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I remember how rough your hand felt on mine |
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On my wedding day |
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And the tears cried on my shoulder |
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I couldn't turn away |
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Well so much has happened to me |
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That I don't understand |
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All I can think of is being five years old following behind you at the beach |
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Tracing your footprints in the sand |
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Trying to walk like a man |
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By Our Lady Of The Roses |
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We lived in the shadow of the elms |
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I remember ma draggin' me and my sister up the street to the church |
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Whenever she heard those wedding bells |
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Well would they ever look so happy again |
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The handsome groom and his bride |
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As they stepped into that long black limousine |
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For their mystery ride |
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Well tonight you step away from me |
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And alone at the alter I stand |
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And as I watch my bride coming down the aisle I pray |
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For the strength to walk like a man |
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Well now the years have gone and I've grown |
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From that seed you've sown |
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But I didn't think there'd be so many steps |
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I'd have to learn on my own |
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Well I was young and I didn't know what to do |
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When I saw your best steps stolen away from you |
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Now I'll do what I can |
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I'll walk like a man |
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And I'll keep on walkin' |
