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Take the 227th Exit
Take the 227th exit To my wedding dayAnd if you don't think That you can make itWell that's okWell you were crying Because you read my dear JohnAnd you were so stunnedIt was the 227th letter I wrote you last monthWell every proposal you gotBabe, you threw awayAnd you had so many loversThat you didn't even know All their namesAnd they would always Think that I was the doormanWhen they'd pass byIt didn't bother meUntil the 227th timeStanding on the bedLooking like an ogreLetras de cancionesI could get ugly tooStanding on the bedFeeling just like Randy JohnsonI didn't know I couldThrow so hardWell you were looking like a dopeWho left his keys insideRunning down the streetAsking god to restore your mindAnd did you think that you could Stop my wedding before it begunWell it's the 227th entranceWe gotta runWell it's the 227th entranceWe gotta run
From Letras Mania