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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 |
|
your valentines |
|
and i'm untied |
|
i can't unwind |
|
your valentines |
|
i see no place to pin my thoughts |
|
and where's what's true between the lines |
|
and in her eyes |
|
i see nothing not a sign |
|
and i'm untied |
|
i can't unwind |
|
your valentines |
|
and i'm untied |
|
i can't unwind |
|
your valentines |
