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I understand you needing |
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And wanting is no crime |
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But I can't help feeling |
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That you and your mother |
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Are just wasting your time |
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Choosing Saturdays in Summer |
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Oh, I dare you to wear white |
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Love is just a moment of giving |
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And marriage is when we admit |
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Our parents were right |
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I just don't understand it |
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What makes our love a sin |
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How can it make that difference |
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If you and I are wearing |
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That bloody, bloody ring |
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If I share my bed with you |
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Must I also share my life |
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Love is just a moment of giving |
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And marriage is when we admit |
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Our parents were right |
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You just don't understand it |
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This tender trap we're in |
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Those glossy catalogues of couples |
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Are cashing in |
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On happiness again and again |
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So drag me to the altar |
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And I'll make my sacrifice |
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Love is just a moment of giving |
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And marriage is when we admit |
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Our parents were right |
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Marriage is when we admit |
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Our parents were right |
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Just as marriage is when we admit |
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Our parents were probably right |
