isabella stand a little bit taller
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I don't deserve the tears,
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Any more than you deserve the fears
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That I have left you with, dear.
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Oh may I bless your every last tear?
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She's just a little girl,
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she knows nothing of this little game we
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like to play
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So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate.
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This is an actual case of the truth.
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At least, that's what they call it these days
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So tell your brothers and sisters to wait,
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'Cause love is nothing to waste,
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And I swore,
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Never your heart, shall I break
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Wao-oh Wa-ohhhh
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Please bring me back to you
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Wao-oh Wa-ohhh
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Please bring me back
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Widowed, and a little less faithful,
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She let's the sidewalks sympathize
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With every step she takes,
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Her ankles growing weak, dear
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May he bless your every last tear?
|
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She's just a little girl,
|
she knows nothing of this little game we
|
like to play
|
|
So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate.
|
This is an actual case of the truth.
|
At least, that's what they call it these days
|
|
So tell your brothers and sisters to wait,
|
'Cause love is nothing to waste,
|
And I swore,
|
Never your heart, shall I break
|
|
Wao-oh Wa-ohhhh
|
Please bring me back to you
|
Wao-oh Wa-ohhh
|
Please bring me back to you
|
|
Wao-oh Wa-ohhhh
|
Please bring me back to you
|
Wao-oh Wa-ohhh
|
Please bring me back
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to you
|
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isabella stand a little bit taller
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I am the aisle in the back beside the votive light
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Who did this to you dear?
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Oh may you never shed a damn tear.
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So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate.
|
This is an actual case of the truth.
|
At least, that's what they call it these days
|
|
So tell your brothers and sisters to wait,
|
'Cause love is nothing to waste,
|
And I swore,
|
Never your heart, shall I break
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Sugar Skulls
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| Envy On The Coast |
