Red Nails,
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High Heels,
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Shes Reckless with the
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hearts she steals,
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Spends Money,
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She doesn't earn,
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And sets fires just to watch 'em burn,
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That girl's made of matches, and she wants to light her name untill it
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catches,
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too close to be playing around, She's gonna burn herself to the ground.
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Cool as ice,
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but flammable,
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She's kept her pretty little hands full.
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Has en-fell(th),
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a sacrifice,
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at the alter of burning your name in light.
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That girl's made of matches, and she wants to light her name untill it
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catches,
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too close to be playing around, She's gonna burn herself to the ground.
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She likes the feel of ashes in between her fingertips,
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but her lungs are fillin' up with smoke,
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Hey!
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She likes the feel of ashles in between her fingertips,
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but her lungs are fillin' up with smoke, (x2)
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Fillin' ayyy!
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That girl's made of matches, and she wants to light her name untill it
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catches,
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too close to be playing around, She's gonna burn herself,(x2)
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Down!
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Made Of Matches
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| Debby Ryan |
