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Valentines in the drunk tank
there i was
with my eyes gazing about
through the window in the back seat
hands behind me, but not by choice
read my rights
and all i heard was your voice
i'll be home for valentines
if only in a collect call
theres no place like home
and your arms for me to fall asleep in
but iron bars and the gavel
keep me from a smile
so i lower my head
and thus justice is served
