| He proposed on a Wednesday they were married by Friday
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| She tossed her bouquet down the court house steps
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| Little girl caught it, caught it as it fell
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| She looked up at her sister and said I don’t hear the bells
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| Aren’t they supposed to ring?
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| Aren’t they supposed to sound?
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| Don’t we have a party now
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| Hasn’t something just been found?
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| And we’ll make it through
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| The first part of a broken heart
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| Yes we’ll make it through
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| The worst part of a broken heart
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| What’s this notion of forever for
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| If not to save you from one more slamming door?
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| So she called her best friend just to bitch for a while
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| Some how she always turns her tears into smiles
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| She said honey don’t cry
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| He don’t deserve you anyway
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| If it was that easy for him
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| To just walk away
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| And you’ll make it through
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| The first part of a broken heart
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| Yes you’ll make it through
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| The worst part of a broken heart
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| She lit a candle for her heart, a joint for her head
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| She poured herself a drink and she got back in bed
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| And she dreamed herself away, dreamed herself back |
| Dreamed herself in circles didn’t have no heart attack
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| And when she woke up in the morning
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| She went right back to school
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| She didn’t feel like some loser
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| She wasn’t anybody’s fool
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| And she made it through
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| The worst part of a broken heart
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| Yes she made it through
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| The worst part of a broken heart |