| We married him on fire
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| Like the nuns who married god
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| Then we jumped out of the airplane
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| And trusted we would fall
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| Then we traveled through the mountains
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| With our bodies weighted down
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| By the perfect lovely vision
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| In the absence of all sound
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| And though he was a faithful tailor
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| Our deeds we must confess
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| We loved so many others
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| Despite our wedding dress
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| So when the lace snagged on the fender
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| Of the car he left to drive
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| When we took it on a bender
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| When we took it for a ride
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| We wound up thirsty in this jail cell
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| But we’ve heard he said it here
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| To excavate this holy well
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| And pour it crystal clear
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| And we filled our cup with silence
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| And the words who keep in time
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| With the song that he will sing us
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| As forgiveness for our crime
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| Well love it’s true you’re golden throated
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| And your history is long
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| And you’ve had so many lovely creatures
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| Occupy your songs
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| So may we take you to the alter
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| We’ll feed you bread and wine
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| And be swimming in the fountain with you
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| Till the end of time |