The hat on your head the ghosts before breakfast
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The lump in your throat the name on her necklace
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She¡¯s certain she¡¯ll never be caught
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You can buy her things now but she¡¯ll never be bought
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The cat on her mind the ring in her tan-line
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The lowering lids the perfume is white wine
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She¡¯s certain her karma is good
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Glass houses won¡¯t burn but you know this would
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So take her inside she¡¯s your borrowed bride
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And you¡¯ll never guess how much she has not cried
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Life comes apart at the seams it seems
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Life comes apart at the seams
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It rings only once when you sit down to dinner
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You knew all was lost when she named you the winner
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You are certain of nothing at all
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Except that it¡¯s late but it¡¯s not the last call
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Borrowed Bride
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