If I was a Londoner, rich with complaint
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Would you take me back to your house
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Which is sainted with lust and the listless shade
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If I could have held you once more with that light
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It's nothing to you, but it keeps me alive
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Like a Valentine's Day, it's a Valentine's heart, anyway
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The king and the ages, they fall by the plan
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It's always the tired and the ordinary man
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(It's the) challenge it's funny and such
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I want to see you again
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I want to see you again
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It's so simple and plain
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But I'll come back and see you again
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The lie is the angel, it doesn't exist
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I tell you it's funny but you like just to twist all my words
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It's a shame you're so young
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My word, it's a shame I'm so dumb
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I figure a house with the smoke and the fence
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The people round here would be pleased
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Take my word on this
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I would believe just in you, just believe in you
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And five days to catch me around with my ring
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As I visit the friendships which meant everything to the girl
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With the clown's face, to the girl with the clowns face, round here
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Valentine Heart
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| Tanita Tikaram |
