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Two years, three years, five years passed Now we're in this chapel Everything feels surreal It all feels like a dream Two years, three years, five years passed
"Just Married" signs are so wonderful to be seen on the back of a car speeding down the highway to a destination unknown by onlookers. The direction only to be determined
My collar's too tight, the room is too hot. I shuffle my feet, my stomach's in knots. Once I look up, I can breathe because I see There she is walking towards me As she comes my way, passing pew by pew,
Her alarm went off at six in the morning She heard wedding bells in her sleep, then the snooze went off-- a warning. He turned on the coffee pot, somewhere on the other side of town.