Chapel Song

There goes my girl, into the chapel Now she's walking down the aisle And it feels just like a mile And I shake, shake, shake like a leaf And I'm lying, lying, lying through my teeth I got a pocketful of hand shakes And It don't mean nothing There goes my girl, into the chapel Now she's walking down the aisle And her man begins to smile And I shake, shake, shake like a leaf And I'm lying, lying, lying through my teeth I'm a bowl of bruised fruit Inside a chapel of shiny apples Tear up the photograph 'Cause it's a bright blue sky Tear up the photograph 'Cause it's a bright blue sky Tear up the photograph 'Cause it's a bright blue sky Tear up the photograph 'Cause it's a bright blue sky 'Cause it's a bright blue sky 'Cause it's a bright blue sky

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