| We play these parlor games, we play at make believe
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| When we get to the part where I say that I’m going to leave
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| Everybody loves a happy ending but we don’t even try
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| We go straight past pretending to the part where everybody loves to cry
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| Indoor fireworks can still burn your fingers
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| Indoor fireworks, we swore were safe as houses
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| They’re not so spectacular, they don’t burn up in the sky
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| But they can dazzle or delight or bring a tear
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| When the smoke gets in your eyes
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| You were the spice of life, the gin in my vermouth
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| And though the sparks would fly, thought our love was fireproof
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| Sometimes we’d fight in public darling with very little cause
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| But different kinds of sparks would fly
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| When we got on our own behind closed doors
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| Indoor fireworks can still burn your fingers
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| Indoor fireworks, we swore were safe as houses
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| They’re not so spectacular, they don’t burn up in the sky
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| But they can dazzle or delight or bring a tear
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| When the smoke gets in your eyes
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| It’s time to tell the truth, these things have to be faced
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| My fuse is burning out and all that powder’s gone to waste
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| And don’t think for a moment dear that we’ll ever be through
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| I’ll build a bonfire of my dreams and burn a broken effigy of me and you
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| Indoor fireworks can still burn your fingers
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| Indoor fireworks, we swore were safe as houses
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| They’re not so spectacular, they don’t burn up in the sky
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| But they can dazzle or delight or bring a tear
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| When the smoke gets in your eyes
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| When the smoke gets in your eyes
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| When the smoke gets in your eyes |