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In your white lace |
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And your wedding bells |
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You look the picture |
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Of contented new wealth |
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But from the on-looking fool |
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Who believed your lies |
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I wish this grave would open up |
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And swallow me alive |
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For the bitterest pill |
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Is hard to swallow |
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The love I gave hangs |
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In sad colored, mocking shadows |
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When the wheel of fortune broke |
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You fell to me |
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Out of gray skies |
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To change my misery |
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The vacant spot |
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Your beating heart took its place |
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But now I watch smoke |
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Leave my lips and fill an empty room |
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For the bitterest pill |
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Is hard to swallow |
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The love I gave hangs |
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In sad colored, mocking shadows |
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The bitterest pill |
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Is mine to take |
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If I took if for a hundred years |
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I couldn't feel any more hate |
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The bitterest pill |
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Is mine to take |
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If I took if for a hundred years |
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I couldn't feel any more hate |
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Now autumn's breeze blows |
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Summer's leaves through my life |
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Twisted and broken dawn |
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No days with sunlight |
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The dying spark |
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You left your mark on me |
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The promise of your kiss |
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But with someone else |
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For the bitterest pill |
|
Is mine to swallow |
|
The love I gave hangs |
|
In sad colored, mocking shadows |
|
The bitterest pill |
|
Is mine to take |
|
If I took if for a hundred years |
|
I couldn't feel anymore ill |
|
The bitterest pill |
|
Is mine to take |
|
If I took if for a hundred years |
|
I couldn't feel anymore ill |
|
The bitterest pill |
|
Is mine to take |
|
If I took if for a hundred years |
|
I couldn't feel anymore ill |
|
The bitterest pill |
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Is mine to take |
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If I took if for a hundred years |
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I couldn't feel anymore ill |
