O.C Book

O.C Book

LETTURE 67
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Ultima pubblicazione dom, ott 29, 2017

It was two weeks after the day she turned eighteen All dressed in white, going to the church that night She had his box of letters in the passenger seat Sixpence in her shoe Something borrowed, something blue And when the church doors opened up wide She put her veil down trying to hide the tears Oh she just couldn't believe it She heard the trumpets from the military band And the flowers fell out of her hands Baby, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go I was counting on forever, now I'll never know I can't even breathe It's like I'm looking from a distance, Standing in the background Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now, This can't be happening to me This is just a dream The preacher man said let us bow our heads and pray Lord please lift his soul and heal this hurt Then the congregation all stood up And sang the saddest song that she ever heard Then they handed her a folded up flag And she held on to all she had left of him Oh, and what could've been And then guns rang one last shot And it felt like a bullet in her heart Baby, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go I was counting on forever, now I'll never know I can't even breathe It's like I'm looking from a distance, Standing in the background Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now, This can't be happening to me This is just a dream Baby, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go I was counting on forever, now I'll never know Oh I'll never know It's like I'm looking from a distance, Standing in the background Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now, This can't be happening to me This is just a dream Oh, this is just a dream Just a dream, (yeah, yeah)

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