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Written by toad the wet sprocket |
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Will my bride sleep tonight |
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Softly |
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Believe the words |
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As always lying |
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And she sleeps and dreams |
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Lord knows what |
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But it's not for me to be there |
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And she knows she isn't there for me |
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It's just a way of protecting |
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And will my bride believe the lie |
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Says it's all right; still together till we die |
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But she knows that words aren't always |
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Always what we mean to say |
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But still she says she loves me anyway |
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That's all she said |
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One more word she speaks and says good night |
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She would believe enchanted lies |
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I wait for her but still inside |
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She's dreaming of valentino's eyes |
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Far away in someone else's night |
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It isn't wrong but still it isn't right |
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That's all she said |
