This "stupid *****" is bouncing back. Miss me?
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Bride
Oh pretty bride
Take off that dress of yours
All covered in blood.
Your bridesmaid has a gun to her head
The groom, a neuss around his neck
They'll blame you if you go
With little whispers and judgy looks
You're at an dead end now.
Not even the dead metal
Can kiss the wounded parts of your soul
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Bride
Oh pretty bride
Take off that dress of yours
All covered in blood.
Your bridesmaid has a gun to her head
The groom, a neuss around his neck
They'll blame you if you go
With little whispers and judgy looks
You're at an dead end now.
Not even the dead metal
Can kiss the wounded parts of your soul