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Striking matches an' I'm smokin' cigarettes |
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Puttin' on a kettle, playin' a cassette |
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Foldin' up the papers, rubbin' my eyes |
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Thinkin' of all that happened last night |
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The passion, the feelings that soaked in her love |
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And the pools of silence where kisses were sprung |
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Her love levitates me, I'm walking on air |
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Two feet from the carpet, I'll always be there |
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Ooh, I'm striking matches, it's mornin' again |
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I look in the mirror, I still look the same |
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Striking matches, getting' a flame on the stove |
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There's some of her hair in the teeth of my comb |
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Dirty clothes piled up on the bathroom floor |
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She's silently sleepin', I half close the door |
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I see her beauty layin' on my bed |
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I'm warm from within me with what she has said |
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Her love is my balloon, I won't let it down |
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For ever and ever I'll always be proud |
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Ooh, I'm striking matches, it's mornin' again |
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I look in the mirror, I still look the same |
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Ooh, I'm striking matches, it's mornin' again |
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Ooh, I'm striking matches, I go up in flames |
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I'm a director casting for a part |
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(Turn on the light) |
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It's for a soap set here right in my heart |
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(Leave her alone) |
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Shuffle to the window, shuffle to the door |
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(Don't wake her up) |
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She got the part I don't wanna see anymore |
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(Unplug the phone) |
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Ooh, I'm striking matches, it's mornin' again |
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I look in the mirror, I still look the same |
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Ooh, I'm striking matches |
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Ooh, I'm striking matches, I go up in flames |
