Cath, she stands with a well-intentioned man
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But she can't relax with his hand on the small of her back
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And as the flashbulbs burst
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She holds a smile like someone would hold a crying child
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And soon everybody will ask what became of you
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'Cause your heart was dying fast, and you didn't know what to do
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Cath, it seems that you live in someone else's dream
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In a hand-me-down wedding dress
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Where the things that could have been are repressed
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But you said your vows, and you closed the door
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On so many men who would have loved you more
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And soon everybody will ask what became of you
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'Cause your heart was dying fast, and you didn't know what to do
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The whispers that it won't last roll up and down the pews
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But if their hearts were dying that fast,
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They'd have done the same as you
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And I'd have done the same as you
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Cath...
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| Death Cab For Cutie |
