| Down here with the strays and the damaged
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| All stood in a line
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| This recovery so they tell me is one day at a time
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| And you think you can help me maybe
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| You can turn on your heels and save me
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| But I don’t want to be like the boys that you keep in tow
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| Like your valentine stones, stones, stones
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| Your valentine stones
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| All roads lead from my resurrection to your sympathy
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| An empty spaces which spoils your collection
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| That was meant for me
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| And you say you can help me maybe
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| You can turn on your charms to save me
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| But I don’t want to be just a toy that you keep at home
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| Like your valentine stones, stones, stones
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| Your valentine stones
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| Lost souls diamonds and gold
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| Gone cold valentine stones
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| Lost souls diamonds and gold
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| Grown cold valentine stones
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| And you think you can help me maybe
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| You can turn on your heels and save me
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| But I don’t want to be like the boys that you keep in tow
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| Like your valentine stones
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| — souls diamonds and gold
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| Gone cold valentine stones
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| Lost souls diamonds and gold
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| Grown cold valentine stones
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| Oh, oh, oh diamonds and gold
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| Oh, oh, oh valentine stones |