| I was booked for a wedding on the coast of Finistère
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| After the rehearsal I took a walk down to the harbor
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| They say, «This is where the world ends»
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| Or maybe where it’s beginning
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| Out on the pier sat the bride on the rail smoking
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| I wasn’t sure if she wanted to talk
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| But she nodded and waved me in
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| Her eyes were on the horizon
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| I asked how she was feeling
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| She said, «Like a five-year-old watching the ten-year-olds shoplifting
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| Ten-year-old watching the fifteen-year-olds French kissing
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| Fifteen-year-old watching the twenty-year-olds chain-smoking
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| Twenty-year-old watching the thirty-year-olds vanishing»
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| Is this where the world ends?
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| Or is it where it’s beginning?
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| You open one door to find all the other doors closing
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| I said, «Marry and regret it
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| Don’t marry, regret it too
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| Whether you marry or you don’t
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| Either way you’ll wish you hadn’t»
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| We laughed and she dried a tear
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| We walked back to the town front
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| And later that night I sang «You Are the Light»
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| We all danced and got drunk
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| I felt like a five-year-old watching the ten-year-olds shoplifting
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| Ten-year-old watching the fifteen-year-olds French kissing
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| Fifteen-year-old watching the twenty-year-olds chain-smoking
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| Twenty-year-old watching the thirty-year-olds vanishing
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| Oh, please, distract me
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| From every life unlived
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| Every path I haven’t taken
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| The heart’s still a little kid
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| A scared little five-year-old watching the ten-year-olds shoplifting
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| Ten-year-old watching the fifteen-year-olds French kissing
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| Fifteen-year-old watching the twenty-year-olds chain-smoking
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| Twenty-year-old watching the thirty-year-olds
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| Five-year-old watching the ten-year-olds shoplifting
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| Ten-year-old watching the fifteen-year-olds French kissing
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| Fifteen-year-old watching the twenty-year-olds chain-smoking
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| Twenty-year-old watching the thirty-year-olds vanishing |