we were both standing
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in your mother's living room
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sweating up a storm in that
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terrible month of June
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and the sweat rolled down your cheek
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and into your mouth
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I knew this must've been a dream
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'cos you're mother would never let me in her house
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you are the most beautiful widow
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you are the most beautiful widow
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you are the most beautiful widow in town
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many years later
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the glassy month of December
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I stood with my hands in my pockets
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trying to avoid
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a shiny wedding portrait
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hanging on that old woman's wall
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'cos I knew you'd be wearing a smile
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that'd be too painful to look upon
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you are the most beautiful widow
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I bet you are the most beautiful widow
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I bet you are the most beautiful widow in town
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Most Beautiful Widow In Town
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| Sparklehorse |
