(G. Johnson/P. Ballantyne)
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Twilight passes but we're still in dream
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She left ashes like a laser beam
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White hot flashes and that's what it is
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Blindin' my eyes with the sight of her skin
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Well I played with matches
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And she left ashes of my fragile being
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Well not that I mind
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'Cause believe it was sin
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Hits like Cassius
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With bull-whip lashes
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She left ashes
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All's well 'til it ends and the chill is on
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All's well - that depends, if the thrill is gone
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If the thrill is gone
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Five whispered goodbyes and a kiss on the cheek
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I tried to fly but my body's too weak
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Because she¡¦
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Hits like Cassius
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With bull-whip lashes
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Well, I played with matches
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She left ashes
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She left ashes
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She left ashes
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She left ashes
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She Left Ashes
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| Big Sugar |
