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Tea went cold There's books stacked to shelves pressed up to the couch Where we slept that night and we talked 'bout how Sometimes it feels like we're fallin' apart You asked me, "Baby, are you nervous?" I said, "All the time" It ain't how we break bread It's how we turn this water into wine on all these summer storms Can I try and get your mother's blessings, baby? Can I do the right thing, whatever that means by me, by you? Can I try be all your father's best things, baby? Can I do the right thing, whatever that means by me, by you? Can I try and get your mother's blessings? Can I do the right thing, whatever that means by me, by you? Can I try be all your father's best things? Can I do the right thing, whatever that means by me, by you? Can I try and get your mother's blessing? Can I do the right thing, whatever that means by me, by you? Can I try and get your mother's blessings, baby? Can I do the right thing, whatever that means by me, by you? From Letras Mania