We were dancing, two drunkards destined for a fall
Our weathered faces, once young and beautiful
Are marred by cigarettes and alcohol
We were singing through messed up karaoke microphones
And butchered every single song we’ve ever known
I guess it’s better than drinking alone
You could call it love
In the dark you saw something more
Than my tired and worn-out frame
And as one drink turned into four
You kissed me and I reclaimed
A little part of my broken heart
The dream will stop when the sun comes up
So hold me close tonight
The dream will stop as the sun comes up
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