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Bride
© 2000 by Jennifer Farwell

 

I hear you're not eating now
I hear you're a different man these days
You trusted in happiness
Then too soon it was all just snatched away

I've heard your mind's somewhere else
The hospital bed in which she lay
You leave all your spirit there
And nobody knows just what to say, cos

He shakes when he thinks and he starts to cry
And he pleads with the walls, oh why God why?
I want a reason and I want a cure
I'll sell my soul to the devil to protect her
Just let her be alright
Just let us win this fight

I hear she's forgetting things
I don't think she'll ever forget you
It's breaking your heart again
To watch her relearn all that she knew

I know she's your everything
And all the years now seem far too few
Your lifeline and soulmate
Without her you won't know what to do, cos

He shakes when he thinks and he starts to cry
And he pleads with the walls, oh why God why?
I want a reason and I want a cure
I'll sell my soul to the devil to protect her
Just let her be alright
Just let us win this fight

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