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I lit your cigarette, then you wrote your number down&#13;
On the inside of a matchbook that was layin' on the bar&#13;
And a fire started burning somewhere in my heart&#13;
&#13;
I didn't see it comin', guess I didn't read the signs&#13;
I just never thought you'd leave me after all this time&#13;
But today when I came home, my key was hollow in the door&#13;
And there was nothin' but a worn out book of matches on the floor&#13;
&#13;
You took the bed&#13;
You took the dishes and the car&#13;
And you broke my trust&#13;
And you took advantage of my heart&#13;
And you left me there&#13;
With empty rooms and walls with holes and scars and scratches&#13;
If I find the strength to burn your memory down&#13;
At least you left the matches&#13;
&#13;
The color's old and faded, the cover's worn and stained&#13;
But I can still make out the numbers and the heart beside your name&#13;
Until tonight they'd only lit a single cigarette&#13;
Now one by one I'm striking them to help me forget&#13;
&#13;
And everybody at The Broken Spoke&#13;
Well they all thought my crazy story was a joke&#13;
Now they're all out in the parking lot&#13;
Staring at the smoke&#13;
&#13;
You took the bed&#13;
You took the dishes and the car&#13;
And you broke my trust&#13;
And you took advantage of my heart&#13;
And you left me there&#13;
With empty rooms and walls with holes and scars and scratches&#13;
Now I found the strength to burn your memory down&#13;
Oh, at least you left the matches&#13;
&#13;
Baby all that's left of our love now is ashes&#13;
Thank God you left the matches&#13;
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