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When nights and days are filled with laughter |
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and thoughts of living everafter |
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a realm of happiness lets me in |
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but then I start to think of him |
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His voice was soft and white his skin |
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his heart was never stained by sin |
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his promises were delightful and sweet |
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my heart became incaucious with every beat |
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Wake up, sleeping bride |
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there's sorrow to come |
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your sleep will be deadly |
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your beauty has gone |
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there's more dreams to dream |
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but wake up and go |
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if you hurry, he will never know |
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'Cause half as blind, it would have appeared |
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as if it were his eyes that feared |
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what cruel and dumb his tongue had told |
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the victim was new, the lie was old |
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And sacrificing all my dreams |
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goodbye, as bitter as it seems |
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is right and good and by the way |
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I did not love you anyway! |
