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										yeah, the signal is on time
you say maybe it's time
things don't look good
in the sky, of your darker side
just the second time
it never entered your mind

the final show of your times
the final blow of your times
the basic need for a touch
is not asking too much

kill the valentines
kill the valentines


empty streets
empty streets
stores all closed by now
havent seen 
people, cars
been a week now
i'm sure the story goes on
and the romans are gone
and Hitler is dead
and the posters are wrong


stop reading the signs
I'll stop trying to describe
every word and sentence
can become a crime
no need to do that
no need to try


the final show of your times
the final blow of your times
all the acts are monologues
all the costumes are black

kill the valentines
kill the valentines