| I’m going to get married today
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| The chapel is full of flowers and sage
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| He’ll lift up my veil and he will say
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| «Are you sure that you love me?
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| Are you sure you can wait?»
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| He cuts into the wedding cake
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| And licks the frosting off the blade
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| He cuts into our palms, drops our blood into the lake
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| We stand on the bridge and give ourselves away
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| I can be good, I can be true
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| You know I don’t love anyone, but I love you
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| I can be good, I can be true
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| You know I don’t love anyone, but I love you
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| I’m going to get married today
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| The chapel is full of crosses and bouquets
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| We pray to the wax bride and her violet varicose veins
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| Kiss me with forever where only death remains
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| I can be good, I can be true
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| You know I don’t love anyone, but I love you
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| I can be good, I can be true
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| You know I don’t love anyone, but I love you
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| I’m going to get married today
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| So please don’t touch me, please stay away
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| I know I’m not good, I’ve never been true
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| But you know that I love him and I don’t love you |