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
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So flawless, so honest, that could never be me
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Well that ain't me
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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, DAFFODILS 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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Always A Bridesmaid
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| The Good Life |
