| I remember how we used to be so beautiful
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| You broke my heart at 16
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| The first time I felt my world come crashing
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| Black magic, like your heart was made of matches
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| And I never got over it
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| I swear your friends know when to post your photograph
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| It doesn’t really hurt, but it always takes me back to 16
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| In your basement and your parents, my feelings
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| And I never got over it
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| How did you break my heart without even trying?
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| How are you on my mind? |
| You’re not even talking to me
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| You were made of matches, and you burned me to the ground
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| You were made of matches, and you burned me down
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| Everybody says that you’re still living your life
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| One weekend to the next still tryna' get it right
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| The truth is I worry you never found something to escape who you used to be
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| I found my own way of coping with your mess
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| And I found my own reasons why you weren’t the best for me
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| Why couldn’t you be the best for me?
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| How did you break my heart without even trying?
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| How are you on my mind? |
| You’re not even talking to me
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| You were made of matches, and you burned me to the ground
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| You were made of matches, and you burned me down
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| You were made of matches and you burned me down
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| I never got over it
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| I never got over it |