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There at the altar I held up my head |
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The sun shone through the stained glass |
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I thought of Jesus I thought of my friends |
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The angels played on their harps |
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Me in my suit which doesn't fit now |
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Touched by the greatest feeling |
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All of my family standing around |
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Outside the bells were peeling |
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Everyone happy but none more than me |
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The ring upon her finger |
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How the memory lingers |
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Outside the cameras caught every kiss |
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All covered in confetti |
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Little old ladies looking on as if |
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They had been made of jelly |
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Along came the cars the ceremony through |
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And off to the reception |
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Where everyone stands in pink and blue |
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A life long odd collection |
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When wedding bells chime |
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I think of the day |
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When me and my |
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When me and my bride |
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Were given away |
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The memory is vivid and strong |
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But if I had a magic wand |
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Would things have been the same |
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Would I be nervous again? |
