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She sends me blue valentines |
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All the way from philadelphia |
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To mark the anniversary |
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Of someone that I used to be |
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And it feels just like there's |
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A warrant out for my arrest |
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Got me checkin in my rearview mirror |
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And Im always on the run |
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That's why I changed my name |
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And I didn't think you'd ever find me here |
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To send me blue valentines |
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Like half forgotten dreams |
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Like a pebble in my shoe |
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As I walk these streets |
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And the ghost of your memory |
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Is the thistle in the kiss |
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And the burgler that can break a roses neck |
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Its the tatooed broken promise |
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That I hide beneath my sleeve |
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And I see you every time I turn my back |
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She sends me blue valentines |
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Though I try to remain at large |
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They're insisting that our love |
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Must have a eulogy |
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Why do I save all of this madness |
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In the nightstand drawer |
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There to haunt upon my shoulders |
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Baby I know |
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Id be luckier to walk around everywhere I go |
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With a blind and broken heart |
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That sleeps beneath my lapel |
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She sends me my blue valentines |
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To remind me of my cardinal sin |
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I can never wash the guilt |
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Or get these bloodstains off my handa |
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And it takes a lot of whiskey |
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To take this nightmares go away |
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And I cut my bleedin heart out every nite |
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And I die a little more on each st. valentines day |
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Remember that I promised I would |
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Write you... |
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These blue valentines |
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Blue valentines |
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Blue valentines |
