| She was a orphan girl
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| Left out on her lonesome in a cruel world
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| She was thumbin' out from Vegas off a Staten curse
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| In this town full of ashes, I knew I’d found a pearl
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| Found a pearl
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| The heat of summertime
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| We were passionate, restless and we were runnin' wild
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| There was no one could touch us, yeah, her heart was mine
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| She was ready to rev' it and she was lookin' fine
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| Lookin' fine
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| And she burned somethin' beautiful
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| Yeah, the burn now is unstoppable
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| 'Cause you can’t light a match that’s already on fire
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| No, you can’t take it back once you’ve crossed that wire
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| She’s not goin' down unless she’s goin' down in flames
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| 'Cause you can’t light a match that’s already on fire
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| (On fire)
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| The smell of gasoline
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| Her smile reflected the fire in a smell of gasoline
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| She’s a smoke show, erasin' like you ain’t ever seen
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| She was ready to rev' it and she was lookin' mean
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| Lookin' mean
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| Yeah, we burned somethin' beautiful
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| It burns and it’s unstoppable
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| 'Cause you can’t light a match that’s already on fire
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| No, you can’t take it back once you’ve crossed that wire
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| She’s not goin' down unless she’s goin' down in flames
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| 'Cause you can’t light a match that’s already on fire
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| Her silhouette’s a vision
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| As she’s walkin' from the flames
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| In a force of raw destruction
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| From an early age
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| No one knew what happened
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| The night they found her cryin'
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| A smoky mess in a tiny orphanage
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| As the flames were risin' higher
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| You can’t light a match that’s already on fire
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| No, you can’t take it back once you’ve crossed that wire
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| She’s not goin' down unless she’s goin' down in flames
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| No, you can’t light a match that’s already on fire |