| She’s pulling out the pin
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| That lets her hair fall down
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| She shakes her head and
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| It goes tumbling
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| Her smile was out of place
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| So she swept it off her face
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| Let me find the words and say them
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| Like some softly whispered Amen
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| As she starts to pull away
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| And the lights begin to dim
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| Is she thinking of me Or is she thinking of him
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| She’s pulling out the pin
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| She’s slipping off the hook
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| Unbuttoning her dress
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| There’s just enough to make some man a mess
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| She tears away the veil
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| With her fingernails
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| She came out high and kicking
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| While the band played «Hey good lookin'»
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| Do you hear something ticking?
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| Did somebody tell her?
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| You can really be redeemed
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| Could she actually be?
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| As desperate as she seems
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| She’s tearing at the seams
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| She’s going to extremes
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| Nobody told her it was a sin
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| So she’s pulling out the pin
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| She’s taping up her hands
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| Just as a boxer will
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| They started laughing
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| But if looks could kill
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| She’d take them down right now
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| She’s covering her mouth
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| With someone or without
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| There’s nothing more to say
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| This is her wedding day
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| Full of shattered glass and mayhem
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| Not one softly whispered amen
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| She’s knocking down some doors
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| And the smoke begins to fill
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| Where the world without her ends
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| And the next one begins
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| She’s pulling out the pin |