There¡¯s wood for the fire
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but there¡¯s no matches
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no matches
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been here for awhile
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but there¡¯s no matches
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no matches
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Just fools on a wire
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balancing old and untried
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so we will fall into the night
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¡®cause there¡¯s no matches
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no matches
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Last night I closed my eyes
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see my life flashing, flashing
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why am I so surprised
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that it¡¯s not lasting, lasting
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I can¡¯t make a sound
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¡®cause I have burned to the ground
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ashes and dust falling down
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among the old matches, old matches
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Please wash the ashes away
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you know I don¡¯t like to beg
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but give me a spark to cut the grey
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¡®cause there¡¯s no matches
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¡®Cause there¡¯s no matches
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no more matches
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no matches
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Matches
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| Lisa Loeb |
