| Well you wish upon a star that turns into a plane
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| And I guess that’s right on par
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| Who’s left to blame?
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| If you were a pill
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| I’d take a handful at my will
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| And I’d knock you back with something sweet and strong
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| Plenty of times you wake up in February makeup
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| Like the moon and the morning star you’re gone
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| Tonight makes love to all your kind
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| Tomorrow’s makin' Valentines
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| Hey you pop up in this old place
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| So sick and so refined
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| Are you strung out on some face?
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| Well I know it ain’t mine
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| If you were a pill, I’d take a handful at my will
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| And I’d knock you back with something sweet and strong
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| Trouble keeping your head up when you’re hungry and you’re fed up
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| Like a moon and a lone star you’re gone
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| Tonight makes love to all your kind
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| Tomorrow’s makin' Valentines
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| If you were a pill, I’d take a handful at my will
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| And I’d knock you back with something sweet as wine
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| Yesterday was theirs to say, this is their world and their time
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| Well if tonight belongs to you, tomorrow’s mine
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| Tonight makes love to all your kind
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| Tomorrow’s makin' Valentines |