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The hat on your head the ghosts before breakfast
The lump in your throat the name on her necklace
Shes certain shell never be caught
You can buy her things now but shell never be bought
The cat on her mind the ring in her tan-line
The lowering lids the perfume is white wine
Shes certain her karma is good
Glass houses wont burn but you know this would
So take her inside shes your borrowed bride
And youll never guess how much she has not cried
Life comes apart at the seams it seems
Life comes apart at the seams
It rings only once when you sit down to dinner
You knew all was lost when she named you the winner
You are certain of nothing at all
Except that its late but its not the last call