You got away with murder and all I got was the brunt.
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You were swinging you words like punches. It was your shot, your shot, your shot.
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At least I got away with your money, and all you got was my heart.
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I'm never telling you that I'm sorry, cause it's your fault, your fault, your fault.
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But now that you're gone everything is all right. In fact I'm better off this way.
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Now that you're dead to me it's all right. I'll never throw my heart away.
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You like to point your finger, but girl you know it's not that hard.
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You told me that I was heartless, but that's what you got so wrong.
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At least I got away with your money, and all you got was my heart.
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I'm never telling you that I'm sorry, cause it's your fault, your fault, your fault.
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I was minding my own business when you sought me out to shoot me down.
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But now that you're gone everything is all right. In fact I'm better off this way.
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Now that you're dead to me it's all right. (Shot down again, already dead).
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I'll never throw my heart away.
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I was minding my own business when you sought me out to shoot me down.
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Where were you when I needed you? You just sought me out to shoot me down.
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Come on and get it.
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Murder.
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But now that you're gone everything is all right. In fact I'm better off this way.
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Now that you're dead to me it's all right. (Shot down again, already dead).
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I never throw my heart away.
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Goodbye, goodbye Valentine:
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That's what you want. That's what you'll get.
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This Valentine Ain't No Saint
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| The Juliana Theory |
