| We met at the Broken spoke restaurant and lounge
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| I lit your cigarette then you wrote your number down
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| On the inside of a matchbook that was laying on the bar
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| And a fire started burning somewhere in my heart
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| I didn’t see it coming, guess I didn’t read the signs
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| I just never thought you’d leave me after all this time
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| But today when I came home, my key was hollow in the door
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| And there was nothing but a worn out book of matches on the floor
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| You took the bed
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| You took the dishes and the car
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| And you broke my trust
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| And you took advantage of my heart
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| And you left me here
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| With empty rooms and walls with holes and scars and scratches
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| If I find the strength to burn your memory down
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| At least you left the matches
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| The color’s old and faded, the cover’s worn and stained
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| But I can still make out the numbers and the heart beside your name
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| Until tonight they’d only lit a single cigarette
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| Now one by one, I’m striking them to help me to forget
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| 'And everybody at the Broken Spoke
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| They all thought my crazy story was a joke
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| Now they’re out in the parking lot
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| Staring at the smoke
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| You took the bed
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| You took the dishes and the car
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| And you broke my trust
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| You took advantage of my heart
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| And you left me here
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| With empty rooms and walls with holes and scars and scratches
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| Now I’ve found the strength to burn your memory down
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| Oh, at least you left the matches
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| Baby all that’s left of our love now is ashes
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| Thank God you left the matches |