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SAMMY KERSHAW >> Merchandise Links
SAMMY KERSHAW
(Skip Ewing/Roger Springer) We met at The Broken Spoke Restaurant and Lounge I lit your cigarette, then you wrote your number down On the inside of a matchbook that was layin' on the bar And a fire started burning somewhere in my heart I didn't see it comin', guess I didn't read the signs I just never thought you'd leave me after all this time But today when I came home, my key was hollow in the door And there was nothin' but a worn out book of matches on the floor You took the bed You took the dishes and the car And you broke my trust And you took advantage of my heart And you left me there With empty rooms and walls with holes and scars and scratches If I find the strength to burn your memory down At least you left the matches The color's old and faded, the cover's worn and stained But I can still make out the numbers and the heart beside your name Until tonight they'd only lit a single cigarette Now one by one I'm striking them to help me forget And everybody at The Broken Spoke Well they all thought my crazy story was a joke Now they're all out in the parking lot Staring at the smoke You took the bed You took the dishes and the car And you broke my trust And you took advantage of my heart And you left me there With empty rooms and walls with holes and scars and scratches Now I found the strength to burn your memory down Oh, at least you left the matches Baby all that's left of our love now is ashes Thank God you left the matches
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