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erik,

when he said, 'give me your hand'

i was on my way to another land

sitting around with a dutch in my hand

it seemed so absurd that with tears you told me

you had said yes

 

of your only two

hes the second best

I'll go around

and start a fire in a different room

to cope with the feeling

of these brides and grooms,

swearing you both love each other

while you now smile

 

if you're gonna take my sister,

make one promise mister,

promise that you'll love her

promise when she cries,

you will be the cloth

to dry her running eyes,

do the things your father does

for your mom,

talk to me a bit when you're in my old home

treat her like you have a gun to your head

cause if shes not smiling

you should wish for death

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