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You were the mother of three girls so sweet |
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Who stormed through your turnstile and climbed to the street |
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But after conception, your body lay cold |
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And withered through autumn and you found yourself old |
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Can you tell me why you have been so sad? |
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He took a lover on a far away beach |
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While you arranged flowers and chose color schemes |
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Can you tell me why you have been so sad? |
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Can you tell me why you have been so sad? |
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The girls were all there, they traded their vows |
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The youngest one glared with furrowed brows |
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They tenderly kissed then cut the cake |
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The bride then tripped and broke the vase |
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The one you thought would spend the years |
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So perfectly placed below the mirror |
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Arriving late, you clean the debris |
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And walked into the angry scene |
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It felt just like falling in love again |
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And it felt just like falling in love again |
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Can you tell me why you have been so sad? |
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Can you tell me why you have been so |
