歌词
Ignored as a crimson lip from your toothbrush
I will wait
Abhorred by your kin in the name of a foreigner
I will wait
Valentine
Curse your way
When will we begin to incessantly fall inexorably?
When will our scalps run out of colour reserves
Or any at all?
We must strike while the fevered ill
Iron is hot, though man can't buy a forge
Revoke its destined course, it incurs at the madness
Oh Valentine, welcoming the sadist of old
Cursing all to a lifetime of miserable, clutching of miserable straws
Valentine
Curse your way
I need an explanation
A reason for my curse
The magnets have their North Pole
And I will need this worst
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