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May 2012
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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