A melting of morals, a solder of souls
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As sexy as lace but with just as much holes
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Doubts were debated and questions were raised
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All the stags and the hens were stunned and amazed
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The portents and omens rang as loud as the bells
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With you at the altar and me in the cells
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Are you still breathing?
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Are you holding it in?
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Was it you I heard sniffing when you were stooped at the sink?
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Are we still breathing?
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Are we holding it in?
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After all of this swimming, are we beginning to sink?
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The dress will decay
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But be handed down
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You can scrub, you can soak
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But you can¡¯t wash me out
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You can call it perversion
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You can call it a kink
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But no one can see us
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There¡¯s no need to think
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Are you still breathing?
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Are you holding it in?
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Was it you I heard sniffing when you were stooped at the sink?
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Are we still breathing?
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Are we holding it in?
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After all of this swimming, are we beginning to sink?
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All of these old stains
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All of them ours
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Anniversary fingerprints scattered all through the house
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Do you even remember what we said in the vows?
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God was watching on Saturday
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But he is not with us now, with us now
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Turn away from me, darling
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Face to the wall
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Turn the big light out, I have locked the front door
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Squeeze on the wedding gloves, your hands to the wall
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It¡¯s the only posterity that will crack me at all, crack me at all
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Grip me in your wedding glove
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Fake silk touched to my face
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Tens of years of giddy love come rushing back again
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Grip me in your wedding glove
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Fake silk touched to my face
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Tens of years of giddy love come rushing back again
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Wedding Gloves
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Frightened Rabbit |