Where'd you get the number

Where'd you get the matches

In a motel room

Were they lying in a drawer with your old

boyscott badges

I think I know the truth



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'Cause the last fire always lights the next one

You burn through lovers like a chain-smokin', sweet talkin', son of a gun

Anything it takes to keep your loneliness on the run

'till the next one comes

And the last fire is ashes in the mornings sun



It's a little bit sad

A little bit tragic

The way oyu run around

And if love was a drug you'd be an addict

You're so afraid to come down



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Oneday you're gonna say goodbye

And someone's gonna take it too well

Maybe even look you in the eye

Like it's a cold day in hell

And you;re the last fire



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