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The Big Day
I don’t think I’ll be the best girl at your wedding
not with the way my eyes keep forgetting
the secrets that you dusted on each and every star
anything that’s reflected in the pools of my heart
will sprinkle on that crinkled dress you’ll wear
blue and bloody and sateen don’t mix well
vodka and shots and shouts to bring you out of hell
with a gun to your back and nothing but stares
they won’t see me aiming it, they’ll just notice your hair
‘How pretty, the Bride’ they’ll quip without care
and the drums in my heart pound they I’ll never give you away
I never could not hold you tight or let you dare stray
pounding pounding, I won’t give you away
I couldn’t stand this life without- no, not anther day
Pounding, pounding, I won’t give you away
