The Match

Gather round my friends

I need a match and only one match

I think it's time I make my own way

I'm turning my back on this city and I'm not looking back

You'll never hear my name without your chest in flames

I'll make my own mistakes

Even though I never learn

I'm running from myself

If only you could see behind my eyes

Run

Get up, get up

Get on your fucking feet

I'll make my own mistakes

Even though I never learn

I'm running from myself

If only you could see behind my eyes

Follow me now I could use some company

Bring your friends and we'll burn the city to the ground

Burn the temples

The fires fill the skies as the smoke fills my lungs

What a beautiful notion

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