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isabella stand a little bit taller |
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I don't deserve the tears, |
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Any more than you deserve the fears |
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That I have left you with, dear. |
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Oh may I bless your every last tear? |
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She's just a little girl, she knows nothing of this little game we like to play |
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So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate. |
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This is an actual case of the truth. |
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At least, that's what they call it these days |
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So tell your brothers and sisters to wait, ' |
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Cause love is nothing to waste, |
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And I swore, |
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Never your heart, shall |
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I break Wao-oh |
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Wa-ohhhh Please bring me back to you |
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Wao-oh Wa-ohhh |
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Please bring me back |
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Widowed, and a little less faithful, |
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She let's the sidewalks sympathize |
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With every step she takes, |
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Her ankles growing weak, dear |
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May he bless your every last tear? |
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She's just a little girl, she knows nothing of this little game we like to play |
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So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate. |
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This is an actual case of the truth. |
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At least, that's what they call it these days |
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So tell your brothers and sisters to wait, ' |
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Cause love is nothing to waste, |
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And I swore, |
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Never your heart, shall |
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I break Wao-oh |
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Wa-ohhhh Please bring me back to you |
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Wao-oh Wa-ohhh |
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Please bring me back to you |
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Wao-oh Wa-ohhhh |
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Please bring me back to you |
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Wao-oh Wa-ohhh |
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Please bring me back to you isabella stand a little bit taller |
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I am the aisle in the back beside the votive light |
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Who did this to you dear? |
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Oh may you never shed a damn tear. |
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So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate. |
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This is an actual case of the truth. |
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At least, that's what they call it these days |
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So tell your brothers and sisters to wait, ' |
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Cause love is nothing to waste, |
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And I swore, |
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Never your heart, shall |
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I break |
