| They were married by a bishop
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| With a blessing from the pope
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| In a little country church
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| Filled with honeysuckle hope
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| Twenty years later
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| Finally divorced
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| By a third-rate judge
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| In a dark suburban court
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| Old, new, borrowed and blue
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| Your vow is a waste of breath
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| Old, new, borrowed and blue
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| 'I do’s until death
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| And even if it turns out to be true
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| This whole damn thing’s a waste of me and you
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| We’ll be old and blue
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| He met her at a party
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| In a cloud of beer and smoke
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| In a lousy little town
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| Full of ecstasy and coke
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| Twenty years later
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| They merrily passed on
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| In an ancient Astra
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| That hit the curves full on
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| Old, new, borrowed and blue
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| Your ring is a waste of cash
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| Old, new, borrowed and blue
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| The shine will never last
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| And even if it turns out to be free
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| This whole damn thing’s a waste of you and me
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| Old and blue are we
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| I’m not saying that it’s wrong
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| But maybe forever is just a bit too long
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| Old, new, borrowed and blue
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| Your vow is a waste of breath
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| Old, new, borrowed and blue
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| 'I do’s until death
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| And even if it turns out to be true
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| This whole damn thing’s a waste of me and you
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| We’ll be old and…
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| Old, new, borrowed and blue
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| Your ring is a waste of cash
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| Old, new, borrowed and blue
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| The shine will never last
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| And even if it turns out to be free
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| This whole damn thing’s a waste of you and me
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| Old and blue are we |