| When we met you told me
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| You were running from your past
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| It’s crazy how a life can change
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| From good to bad so fast
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| And you sent invitations out
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| And picked up your new dress
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| And then you found
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| Another woman lying in his bed
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| Don’t marry him
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| Don’t marry him
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| And I will always listen
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| When you need someone to tell
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| And I like everything about you
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| That you don’t like yourself
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| We spent four days at my house
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| And all you did was laugh
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| But I don’t think we knew
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| How good it was, the thing we had
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| Because I loved you, I think
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| But that was not enough
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| What you needed from me
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| Was a whole lot more than love
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| Call it bad timing, or call it bad luck
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| But I was not surprised
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| When we lost touch
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| Don’t marry him
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| Don’t marry him
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| Six months later I found out
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| That you’d met someone new
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| I started to resent him
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| Then I realized there’s no use
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| You called me this afternoon
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| With news I had to hear
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| You said, «I just got engaged
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| And I’ll be married within a year»
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| She said, «I loved you, I think
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| But that was way back then
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| What I needed from you
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| We both know I could not get
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| But you saved me, I think
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| Yes, you saved me, I think
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| And I’m happy that we met.»
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| Don’t marry him
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| Don’t marry him
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| Don’t marry him
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| Don’t marry him |