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Paroles : Matches

I taste you in the air
Your energy everywhere
It's borderline unfair
I can see you screaming my name
And if it's up to me
I need you in between
My Egyptian sheets
You know I can see you think the same, oh

Oh, if they dusted me for prints
They'd find you all over me, all over me
Nothing ever quite felt like this
The fire is killing me
The good kind of killing me

Like playing with matches, matches, matches
This might leave some damage, damagе, damage
The good kind of damage, damagе, damage
Like playing with matches, matches, matches
Like playing with matches

Playing with matches