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(skip ewing/roger springer) |
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We met at the broken spoke restaurant and lounge |
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I lit your cigarette, then you wrote your number down |
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On the inside of a matchbook that was layin' on the bar |
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And a fire started burning somewhere in my heart |
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I didn't see it comin', guess i didn't read the signs |
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I just never thought you'd leave me after all this time |
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But today when i came home, my key was hollow in the door |
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And there was nothin' but a worn out book of matches on the floor |
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You took the bed |
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You took the dishes and the car |
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And you broke my trust |
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And you took advantage of my heart |
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And you left me there |
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With empty rooms and walls with holes and scars and scratches |
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If i find the strength to burn your memory down |
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At least you left the matches |
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The color's old and faded, the cover's worn and stained |
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But i can still make out the numbers and the heart beside your name |
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Until tonight they'd only lit a single cigarette |
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Now one by one i'm striking them to help me forget |
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And everybody at the broken spoke |
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Well they all thought my crazy story was a joke |
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Now they're all out in the parking lot |
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Staring at the smoke |
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You took the bed |
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You took the dishes and the car |
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And you broke my trust |
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And you took advantage of my heart |
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And you left me there |
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With empty rooms and walls with holes and scars and scratches |
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Now i found the strength to burn your memory down |
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Oh, at least you left the matches |
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Baby all that's left of our love now is ashes |
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Thank god you left the matches |
