| 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 couldnt turn away
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| Well so much has happened to me That I dont 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 And alone at the altar 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 Ive grown
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| From that seed youve sown
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| But I didnt think thered be so many steps
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| Id have to learn on my own
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| Well I was young and I didnt know what to do When I saw your best steps stolen away from you
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| Now Ill do what I can
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| Ill walk like a man
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| And Ill keep on walkin |