Play that old song
May I one day dance with my baby
Fill that glass with rum
That burns my throat
Break my heart
Because even if I drink there is no
Drunkenness that drowns my sorrow
Music, smoke and alcohol
Verses that he barely remembers
Where is the waitress
She staggers and curses the blood
That runs in his veins
I ask for an explanation
I find no for an answer
Lights and laughter and the old man who screams
That one of these days he takes his life
And the The day I die, put a candle for me
No one in the house is waiting for dinner anymore
The song is over
He would kill himself to see it
No one in the house is waiting for dinner anymore

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