| She’s pulling out the pin
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| That lets her hair fall down
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| She’s pulling out the pin
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| She shakes her head
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| And 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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| But she starts to pull away
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| And the lights begin to dim
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| Is she thinking of me?
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| 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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| She’s slipping off the hook
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| There’s just enough to make some man a mess
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| She tears away her 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 Looking»
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| Do you hear something ticking?
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| Did somebody tell her she could really be redeemed?
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| And could she actually be 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 just like a boxer will
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| And 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 some unholy vow
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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 some softly whispered «Amen»
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| While the shock announcement dawns
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| And the smoke begins to thin
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| Where the world without ends
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| And the next one begins
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| She’s pulling out the pin
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| She’s pulling out the pin
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| She’s pulling out the pin
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| She’s pulling out the pin
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| Pulling out the pin
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| She’s pulling out the pin
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| Pulling out the pin
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| She’s pulling out the pin
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| Pulling out the pin
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| She’s pulling out the pin
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| Pulling out the pin
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| She’s pulling out the pin
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| She’s pulling out the pin |