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It was a $1000 wedding supposed to be held the other day |
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And with all the invitations sent, the young bride went away |
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When the groom saw people passing notes |
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Not unusual, he might say |
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But where are the flowers for my baby |
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I'd even like to see her mean old mama |
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And why ain't there a funeral, if you're gonna act that way |
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I hate to tell you how he acted when the news arrived |
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He took some friends out drinking, and it's lucky they survived |
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Well, he told them everything there was to tell there along the way |
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And he felt so bad when he saw the traces |
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Of old lies still on their faces |
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So why don't someone here just spike his drink |
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Why don't you do him in some old way |
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Supposed to be a funeral |
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It's been a bad, bad day |
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The Reverend Dr. William Grace was talking to the crowd |
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All about the sweet child's holy face and the saints who sung out loud |
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And he swore the fiercest beasts |
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Could all be put to sleep the same silly way |
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And where are the flowers for the girl |
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She only knew she loved the world |
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And why ain't there one lonely horn and one sad note to play |
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Supposed to be a funeral |
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It's been a bad, bad day |
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Supposed to be a funeral |
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It's been a bad, bad day |
