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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
CHORUS:
'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
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