Lights down low, the first week of September
Rose petals at her feet
Bride looks up with some half worn invitation to her eyes
And they all rise
Seems to me, that he'd spent all morning thinking
of things he should not say
Seems to me, they moved so slow they started sinking
In disguise
Fake, until you break
Come with us in sickness and health
And we'll spin little white lies
Congratulations, all of your guests arrived
Don't give up without a fight / lest you've lost
These seats were meant for them, but now they've stopped pretending
These seats can be removed
Best wishes fly around like broken entertainment
All the fools they've made of us
There's no one left to cleanup all the mess they've made of us
Fake, until you break
Come with us in sickness and health
And we'll spin little white lies
Move aside and open these stolen seats up
Empty your cup, just surrender You wouldn't make it anyway
Swallow your pride
Congratulations, all of your guests arrived
The last 10 years of scars were right /
Don't give up without a fight /
Lest you've lost
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