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Capo 2

...Sweet

Sunday

afte

rnoon

sep

tember’s golden brown

Summer

always fades too

soon like the

laughter of a clown

And

shadows fill the

room where

sorrows come to drown

Your

heart’s a lead balloon

...as you

sink another one

down I know it

numbs the way you

feelBlurs what is

right and what is

realAnd there’s no

love left you can

steal For the

joker laughs a

long and the

jesters

out

smartedThe

gambler tries to

win back what he’s

lostAnd the

sad man sings a

song for the

drunk and broken

heartedAnd the

fool he never

knows how much it

costs

...Sweet

Sunday

afte

rnoon and

all that can be heard

Is an

old familiar

tune though you’ve for

gotten half the words

And

sunlight floods the

room like a

silent flock of birds

And

hopes a red balloon

...Disap

pearing through the

clouds I know it