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I pour a glass of hearty wine |
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I set the tables straight |
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I wear my jacket and my tie |
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And at the door I wait |
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The guests arrive in finery |
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And start to load their plates |
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But someone tell me if you could |
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Is this a wedding or a wake |
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I stand before you all my friends |
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We hold our glasses high |
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We drink a toast to life and love |
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And all that surely dies |
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To love revealed and hopes concealed |
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And who we need forsake |
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But tell me now am I the host |
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Of a wedding or a wake |
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The guests are gone |
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The hall is bare |
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I'm alone with my mistakes |
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And the answer still remains at large |
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Was it a wedding or a wake |
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Oh, a wedding or a wake |
