We got a problem, sitting in front of two piles of albums
We were so happy the times that we bought them
All that we know about love is in them
All that we have learned
Helping you out when I don't even wanna
Carrying boxes and memories for ya
I'm not a smoker but now I'm searching
For a light
Now, we're having a party
And all our friends are having a laugh, hey
But it's not so funny to me
When morning comes, you will be gone
We got a problem
They playing our song but we're done with the dancing
It won't be long before everyone's asking
Wishing that we could still talk about it
Look at all that we have got
Your decisions will come back to haunt ya
And I'll be the ghost of a lover who lost it
Is there a way we can talk about it? Oh no
Now, we're having a party
And all our friends are having a laugh, hey
But it's not so funny to me
When morning comes, you will be gone
We're just having a party
But it's feeling like a funeral, hey
Nobody knows it but me
When morning comes, you will be gone, oh-ooh
That's when the music stops
And I see faces drop
I'm beside myself, have you forgot
All that we've been through?
We're just having a party
But it's feeling like a funeral, hey
Saints go marching in
When morning comes, you will be gone, you will be gone
We're just having a party
But it's feeling like a funeral
Saints go marching in
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