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well |
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Grace she's gone |
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she's a half-written poem |
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she went out for cigarettes |
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and never came home |
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and I swallowed the sun |
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and screamed and wailed |
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straight down to the dirt |
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so I could find her trail |
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spread out across the Great Divide |
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well |
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I just came to talk |
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Saint Valentine |
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I never pictured you living |
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here with the rats and the vines |
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ain't that my old heart |
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hanging out on your lines |
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you're all fucked up |
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Saint Valentine |
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now I circle the bars on the promenade |
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while the girls in the glass |
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they're just throwing me shade |
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and I'm saving my coins |
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up for Jingling Jane |
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she's out plucking strings |
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in the pouring rain |
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she's out plucking strings |
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in the pouring rain |
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see I'm all crooked feet |
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Saint Valentine |
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I've circled this map |
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till it caught on fire |
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now Grace she's left you |
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just skin and bone |
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well |
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you hang up your hat |
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but you can't call it home |
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you've tried and you've tried |
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but you can't call it home |
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you're the loneliest one |
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Saint Valentine |
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you're the loneliest one |
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Saint Valentine |
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you're all fucked up |
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Saint Valentine |