| In pile of unpaid bills
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| There’s a letter sent from Philadelphia
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| In a familiar hand, she hasn’t opened it just yet
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| There’s no telling what is says
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| Oh darling please, I’m down on one knee
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| So why? |
| Can’t I be him, that guy in all your dreams?
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| The one with all those qualities, impossible to achieve
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| That man you thought I’d be So flawless, so honest, that could never be me Well that ain’t me There’s some flowers on her desk,
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| Doesn’t he know how embarrassed she gets, receiving gifts
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| She hasn’t opened up her card
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| The bouquet it says it all, that will do with baby’s breath
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| the same bouquet she caught on their first date
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| that night he was a king
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| he flew in town for business
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| and ended up at the wedding
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| they shared life stories, between drinks
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| she loved him so quickly, and left him just the same
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| yeah, he’s still the same, he’s still the same
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| no, he’s nothing new, but he hasn’t changed
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| always a bridesmaid, her friends all settled down
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| always a bridesmaid, she dropped her bouquet on the ground
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| they snuck out for a cigarette
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| she said «Maybe it’s the whiskey sours, but I think this could be it…
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| …if you ask me, here and now, I think, no I know, I could make
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| those wedding vows, we could sneak off in the night, and…
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| I could Be The Bride
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| I could Be The Bride
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| Alright, I could Be The Bride
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| I could Be The Bride
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