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Matches
(Roger Springer - Skip Ewing)
We met at the Broken Spoke Restaurant and Lounge
I lit your cigarette then you wrote your number down
On the inside of a matchbook that was laying on the bar
And a fire started burning somewhere in my heart.
I didn't see it comin', guess I didn't read the signs
I just never thought you'd leave me after all this time
But today when I came home my key was hollow in the door
And there was nothing but a worn out book of matches on the floor.
Chorus:
You took the bed; you took the dishes and the car
And you broke my trust and you took advantage of my heart
And you left me here with empty rooms and walls with holes, scars and scratches
If I find the strength to burn your memory down at least you left the matches.
The color is old and faded; the cover's worn and stained
I can still make out the numbers and the heart beside your name
Until tonight they'd only lit a single cigarette
Now one by one I'm striking them to help me to forget.
And everybody at the Broken Spoke
They all thought my crazy story was a joke
Now they're all out in the parking lot
Staring at the smoke.
Chorus:
You took the bed; you took the dishes and the car
And you broke my trust and you took advantage of my heart
And you left me here with empty rooms of walls and holes, scars and scratches
Now I found the strength to burn your memory down at least you left the matches.
Baby all that's left of our love now is ashes
Thank god you left the matches...
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Thank god you left the matches...
Baby all that's left of our love now is ashes
Now I found the strength to burn your memory down at least you left the matches.
And you left me here with empty rooms of walls and holes, scars and scratches
And you broke my trust and you took advantage of my heart
You took the bed; you took the dishes and the car
Chorus:
Staring at the smoke.
Now they're all out in the parking lot
They all thought my crazy story was a joke
And everybody at the Broken Spoke
Now one by one I'm striking them to help me to forget.
Until tonight they'd only lit a single cigarette
I can still make out the numbers and the heart beside your name
The color is old and faded; the cover's worn and stained
If I find the strength to burn your memory down at least you left the matches.
And you left me here with empty rooms and walls with holes, scars and scratches
And you broke my trust and you took advantage of my heart
You took the bed; you took the dishes and the car
Chorus:
And there was nothing but a worn out book of matches on the floor.
But today when I came home my key was hollow in the door
I just never thought you'd leave me after all this time
I didn't see it comin', guess I didn't read the signs
And a fire started burning somewhere in my heart.
On the inside of a matchbook that was laying on the bar
I lit your cigarette then you wrote your number down
We met at the Broken Spoke Restaurant and Lounge
(Roger Springer - Skip Ewing)
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