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 stop complaining 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 to run and the price of fame is that they love you when you re gone but i better stop complaining now it s useless because too many sad words make a sad sad song too many sad words make a sad sad song