| We woke up in a single bed
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| In the room where your grandmother died
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| Your friend came to do your hair
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| I hid in a room out of sight
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| And then I rode to the National Hotel
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| In the Lada with your brother
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| And I have never felt more alone in my whole life
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| You showed up about ten minutes after us
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| In your uncle’s car with your mother
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| When you walked through the lobby in your white dress
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| All those tourists' jaws dropped to the floor
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| Then we took all our photos out in the courtyard
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| That’s when I looked at you and told you that I would call you my wife
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| Then we all piled in to the car and drove to Havana Vieja
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| The table had been set
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| And all of our guests were on their way
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| And then it rained like it hasn’t rained for a thousand years
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| Such a foreshadowing of our love on the wedding day
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| Then it rained like it hasn’t rained for a thousand years
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| And I have never felt more alone in my whole life |