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I used to play with matches |
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When I was very small |
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Legends of wolves and witches |
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I memorised them all |
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So many nasty stitches |
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So many jagged blades |
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I tidied up the pieces |
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I tried to mend my ways |
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But he came right out of nowhere |
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Like an unfamiliar tune |
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Sat down upon my armchair |
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And opened up my wounds |
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I put up no resistance |
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So insistent was desire |
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But one of my addictions is |
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I used to play with fire |
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Do you |
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Do you have a light |
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Do you have the time of day |
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Would you |
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Would you save a life |
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If you had a life to save |
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How sweetly we collided |
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Just like two meteors |
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For days he did as I did |
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Mixed drinks and metaphors |
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Oh so much phosphorescence |
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We added spark to spark |
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I should have learnt my lesson |
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Already broke my heart |
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And I said |
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Do you |
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Do you have a light |
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Do you have the time of day |
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Would you |
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Lend your light to mine |
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Do you want to come and play |
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I engineered the chaos |
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I burnt the fortress down |
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Who knew about the lives lost |
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Who took a body count |
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In my act of supplication |
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I asked him for his help |
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But I was an imposition |
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I had to ask myself |
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I had to ask myself |
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Do you |
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Do you have a light |
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Do you have the time of day |
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Would you |
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Would you save a life |
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If you had a life to save |
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To save |
