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Well, there was a little falter at the altar of confession
Down on its knees, true love did fall
After thirty-one days of sleepless nights
She woke up to end it all
With that love, yeah, what a fresh tattoo
Engraved upon his chest
She tore her name right off his heart
So here's to the young bless
Oh, love, oh, love, you fickle thing
Such pretty words
And all the words
And golden rings
It was a broken dream right from the start
Bless their tortured, tangled hearts
ished��
Well, a blast of confusion
Coupled with delusion
Makes the best made dreams
Everything is confusing
Sometimes fail
They whine and they die
And have peace of mind
She bought a gown and here
And it tells
But the mighty cloud
Of destiny
Came drifting through the
Gates
Busting up
What could have been
The perfect
Who's case
Oh love, oh love
You fickle thing
Such pretty words
And golden rings
It was a broken dream
Right from the start
Bless their tortured
Tangled hearts
Oh love, oh love
You fickle thing
Such pretty words
And golden rings
It was a broken dream
Right from the start
Bless their tortured
Tangled hearts
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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