| VALENTINE HEART
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| Tanita Tikaram
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| 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 valentines day, it’s a valentines heart, anyway
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| The king anf the ages, they fall by the plain
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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 awords
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| It’s a shame you’re so young
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| My words, 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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| I would believe, 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 clown’s face, round here |