| Well, we tied that knot
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| Just look at those rings we got
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| Gonna wear ‘em each year after today
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| We knew it was meant to be
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| We didn’t have to go wait and see
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| No matter what they say
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| I think you’ll agree we’re doing A OK
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| But you’re shaking your head
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| Now I’m tossing in bed
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| Are you smiling the smile
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| Like you wanted to shout?
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| Are we doing it wrong?
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| Are we dancing along
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| Down the slippery slope
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| That they told us about?
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| Oh whoa whoa
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| When you do that thing
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| That stubbornly not talking
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| Just say it’s me, I’ll say it’s true
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| For I am a horse’s ass
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| In a dancing class
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| Just getting around
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| Apologizing and knocking everybody down
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| Am I saying too much?
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| Not saying enough?
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| Feel the push and the pull
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| And the working it out
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| Are we letting it slide?
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| Are we taking a ride
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| Down the slippery slope
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| That they told us about?
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| Oh whoa whoa
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| At the start of an avalanche
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| We’ll grab ahold of an olive branch
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| Until that sun comes out again
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| Or how about in the things we do
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| You’ll think of me and I’ll think of you
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| Right through to the end
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| Hand and hand as we go, and the best of friends
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| You’re my beacon of light
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| You’re my noblest fight
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| You’re the surest of things that I ever have found
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| There’s a twist and a turn
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| There’s a bridge you can burn
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| There’s a slippery slope
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| Let’s stand our ground
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| Oh whoa whoa |