with all her talk of all the others
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when it shadows everything
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and i can't think
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about her silence and her rings
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i see no place to pin my thought
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and where's what's true between the lines
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and in her eyes
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i see nothing not a sign
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and i'm untied
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i can't unwind
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your valentines
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and i'm untied
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i can't unwind
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your valentines
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sunday morning comes too soon
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to leave me standing in my light
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and there's no time
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to set it straight or take a side
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and i'm untied
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i can't unwind
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your valentines
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and i'm untied
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i can't unwind
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your valentines
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i see no place to pin my thoughts
|
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and where's what's true between the lines
|
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and in her eyes
|
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i see nothing not a sign
|
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and i'm untied
|
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i can't unwind
|
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your valentines
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and i'm untied
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i can't unwind
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your valentines
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Valentine
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| The Psychedelic Furs |
