You came to me with fire inside
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Your movements and your pride
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And asking to be rescued from
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The pain you had become
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I tore apart the prison and I hid you in my hand
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In the blue light of Christmas-time Santa Claus was kind
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I wonder if you'll ever grow
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Oh far enough to throw
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Away the lies of no and yes
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And love my quietness
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Or will you only freeze and frown and lose what you have found?
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In the white light of Easter seas'n will you live again?
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Today the coin is in the air
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And we are here and there
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And where and when have caught us in
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The web of violence
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I pray to all the world as one that day will bring the sun
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In the scarlet light of Valentine's our paper hearts are blind.
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Valentine Melody
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| Tim Buckley |
