(Difford/Tilbrook)
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Striking matches and I'm smoking cigarettes
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Putting on the kettle, playing a cassette
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Folding up the papers rubbing my eyes
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Thinking of all that had happened last night
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The passion, the feelings that soaked in her love
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And the pools of silence when kisses were sprung
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Her love levitates me, I'm walking on air
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Two feet from the carpet, I'll always be there
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Oooh I'm striking matches it's morning again
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I look in the mirror I still look the same
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I'm striking matches it's morning again
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I look in the mirror I go up in flames
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Striking matches getting a flame on the stove
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There's some of her in the teeth of my comb
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Dirty clothes piled up on the bathroom floor
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She's silently sleeping, I half close the door
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I see her beauty laying on my bed
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I'm warm from within me with what she has said
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Her love is my balloon, I won't let it down
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For ever and ever I'll always be proud.
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I'm a director casting for a part
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(Turn on the light)
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It's for a soap set here right in my heart.
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(Leave her alone)
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Shuffle to the window shuffle to the door
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(Don't wake her up)
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She gets the part I don't want to see anymore
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(Unplug the phone)
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Striking Matches
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Squeeze |