And the light you gave
You took away when you were gone
It's a war that can't be won
With fists or talk or money
And there's no escape
But I'd better [bad word] now
I guess because

Too many sad words make a sad, sad song
Too many sad words make a sad, sad song

And the night you came
You won me all and all
And the better part of everything
Was born [bad word] And the price of fame
Is that they love you when you're gone
But I better [bad word] now
It's useless because

Too many sad words make a sad, sad song
Too many sad words make a sad, sad song