| Just like the night before Pompeii blows
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| Nobody really knows where my Rose Marie goes
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| My friends all think I’m mad and
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| she makes my dad sad
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| And he married my mother so
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| I’ll be imagining
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| Wedding bells
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| Fairy tales
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| Carousels
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| I’m just imagining open doors
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| Overtures for son-in-laws
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| And if you want this dream to start then just
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| open up your broken heart, start imagining
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| Wedding bells
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| Fairy tales
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| And me
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| She went out Friday
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| Came in Monday night
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| She must have left the keys in
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| somebody else’s car
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| And oh no one completes me more than she
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| and until she gets home I’ll be
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| I’ll be imagining
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| Wedding bells
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| Fairy tales
|
| Carousels
|
| I’ll be imagining open doors
|
| Overtures for son-in-laws
|
| And if you want this dream to start then just
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| open up your broken heart, start imagining
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| Wedding bells
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| Fairy tales
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| And me
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| Oh the comfort of being with the one you
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| desire for life
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| Oh the comfort of knowing one day she
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| will be my bride
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| And oh no one completes me, more than she
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| And now til she gets home I’ll be
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| I’ll be imagining
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| Wedding bells
|
| Fairy tales
|
| Carousels
|
| I’ll be imagining open doors
|
| Overtures for son-in-laws
|
| And if you want this dream to start then just
|
| open up your broken heart, start imagining
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| Wedding bells
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| Fairy tales
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| And me |