SqueezeStriking Matches

(difford/tilbrook) Striking matches and I'm smoking cigarettes Putting on the kettle, playing a cassette Folding up the papers rubbing my eyes Thinking of all that had happened last night The passion, the feelings that soaked in her love And the pools of silence when kisses were sprung Her love levitates me, I'm walking on air Two feet from the carpet, I'll always be there Oooh I'm striking matches it's morning again I look in the mirror I still look the same I'm striking matches it's morning again I look in the mirror I go up in flames Striking matches getting a flame on the stove There's some of her in the teeth of my comb Dirty clothes piled up on the bathroom floor She's silently sleeping, I half close the door I see her beauty laying on my bed I'm warm from within me with what she has said Her love is my balloon, I won't let it down For ever and ever I'll always be proud. I'm a director casting for a part (turn on the light) It's for a soap set here right in my heart. (leave her alone) Shuffle to the window shuffle to the door (don't wake her up) She gets the part I don't want to see anymore (unplug the phone)
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