| thirty-one, I’d had my fun, I wore my wedding shoes
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| it’s time I said and I filled my head with all the other lies we use
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| all that night, the storm outside, the pounding of the rain
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| and in my heart I knew one day we’d go our separate ways
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| the more you cried the more I tried but I could not let him go
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| like the dress I wore those years before when he kissed me deep and slow
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| but I was tired of longing, tired of dreaming, tired of fantasy
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| so I walked the aisle with a wounded smile hoping you could set me free
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| and I see, as the years go by,
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| the mistakes that we both made
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| I don’t need to defend or blame,
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| but I need to say that it was not in vain
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| Along the way the trials we fail come round and round again
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| But if your love has made me kinder it was not in vain
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| And I see, as the years go by,
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| the mistakes that we both made
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| I don’t need to defend or blame,
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| but I need to say that it was not in vain |