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Two Different People
 
The Church was all lit, the
music was playing
I stood by the door, listening
to the vows you were saying
And when he lifted your veil,
I started to cry
For that's when I turned,
with a tear in my eye
In August you left me, in
harsh words of hate
Dressed in your nightie,
slamming the gate
The dreams that we made,
just weren't to be
Two different people, who
just couldn't see
I heard the bells ringing,
from way across town
Saw your picture in the
paper, wearing your gown
Your face looked so happy, I
just had to cry
You had a smile on your face,
no tear in your eye
I walked into a bar, and
picked up a bottle
For I needed to drown, away
all my sorrows
I pulled a gun from my coat,
with the bullet for him
Cocked back the hammer,
my life just went dim
In August you left me, with
harsh words of hate
Dressed in your nightie,
slamming the gate
The dreams that we made,
just weren't to be
For two different people,
who just couldn't see

By George_Martin

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