Achilles Heel

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The church bells sing the same old song that they do at every single wedding,
A wedding that I am tired of attending.

A memory on repeat,
A memory that I hate to love,
A memory that occurs every twenty four hours.

Same old girl,
Same old boy,
Same old cheesy love song
That they sway to
In each others arms.

Same old same old,
And the church bells never go out of tune.

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