| There’s a girl I used to know
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| She was younger than the springtime
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| And she took my heart clean away
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| But one day she said, «Let's go
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| We can buy a silver ring
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| And get married a week from today»
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| But I said, «I'm not getting married
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| I’m never getting married
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| 'Cause I’m not the marrying kind»
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| I’ve been called an awful lot
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| But a groom is what I’m not
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| Oh no, I’m not the marrying kind
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| When I looked into her eyes
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| I could see that she was crying
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| And oh, what a heel I had been
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| And I didn’t realize
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| At the time I said goodbye
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| Just how much my decision would mean
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| When I said, «I'm not getting married
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| I’m never getting married
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| 'Cause I’m not the marrying kind»
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| So I packed things that day
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| Bound for places far away
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| No, no, I’m not the marrying kind
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| Oh well, I traveled far and wide
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| But I tired of my freedom
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| And went home to see how she’d been
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| But I’d been away so long
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| That when I went to see to her
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| Her ma said that married she’d been
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| When I said, «I'm not getting married
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| I’m never getting married
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| 'Cause I’m not the marrying kind»
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| If that girl can’t be my wife
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| Then I’m about your love for life
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| Oh no, I’m not the marrying kind |