Remember when I found a broken branch
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And shoved it through your bicycle spokes
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And how remorse quickly took its stand
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When you hit the deck and broke your nose
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You were always the emo type
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Strained hair matched to a bitter tone
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Well I don't care much for fashion or socialites
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The nihilists always get my vote
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All she ever wanted was a little direction
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All she ever needed was a friend
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All she ever made were the worst impressions
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All she ever did was offend
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You're the only one to fail my sex drive
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Will you or won't you?
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Valentine, Valentine
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Valentine, Valentine
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Remember when you laid me on my back
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And performed to me my favourite song
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And how I shivered upon its climax
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And those lips still plague my thoughts ten years on
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You were always the emo type
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Strained hair matched to a bitter tone
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Well I don't care much for fashion or socialites
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The nihilists always get my vote
|
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All she ever wanted was a little direction
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All she ever needed was a friend
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All she ever made were the worst impressions
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All she ever did was offend
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You're the only one to fail my sex drive
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Will you or won't you?
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Valentine, Valentine
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Valentine, Valentine
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Valentine, Valentine
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Valentine, Valentine
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All she ever wanted was a little direction
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Far away from this broken scene
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And all I ever needed was some domination
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From a girl with low self-esteem
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I think we share the same blood type,
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Will you or won't you, Valentine?
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Valentine
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| The Wombats |
