| She was the one who caught the bouquet
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| The best of her best friends' wedding day
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| She was the one who caught the bouquet
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| A token that God must want it that way
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| And on her quest for Mr. Right
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| She said «I do» where the lonely give in
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| They were married on the way, and oh
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| Nothing’s sadder than the words, «It might have been»
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| He was the one, but promises dull when Jesus becomes expendable
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| Expecting to find what never was there
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| But doesn’t it still beat solitaire?
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| She heard that time turns desire to love and that the Lord had it all in control
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| So marry two half-people, and oh
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| Shouldn’t one make the other whole?
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| Swallowing hard 'cos you knew better before
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| Desperate for someone to blame
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| And does it matter that he’s gone again?
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| Nothing’s sadder than the words «It might have been»
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| She was the one the bouquet deceived
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| Believer who never could believe
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| Now she’s the one who’s lonely again
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| She’s wondering how it might have been |