Sammy Kershaw - Matches

      
 
 Intro; D Bm Em G A
 
 Verse;
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 We met at the Broken Spoke restaurant and lounge
 G                             Em                A  
 I lit your cigarette and you wrote your number down
         D                              Bm              
 On the inside of a matchbook that was laying on the bar
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 And a fire started burning somewhere in my heart
 
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 I didn't see it coming, guess I didn't see the signs
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 I just never thought you'd leave me after all this time
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 But today when I came home my key was hollow in the door
            G              Em              A            
 There was nothing but a worn out book of matches on the
  D   
 floor
 
 Chorus;
              G                  Em             A 
 You took the bed, you took the dishes and the car
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 And you broke my trust, you took advantage of my heart
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 And you left me here with empty rooms and walls with
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 holes, scars and scratches
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 If I find the strength to burn your memory down, at least
                D    
 you left the matches
 
 Turnaround; D Bm Em G A
 
 Verse;
 D                             Bm                     
 The colors old and faded, the covers worn and stained
            G                                  Em         
 But I can still make out the numbers and the heart beside
       A  
 your name
 D                                Bm             
 Until tonight they'd only lit a single cigarette
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 Now one by one I'm striking them to help me to forget
 
 Bridge;
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 And everybody at the Broken Spoke
           Bm              A            G  
 They all thought my crazy story was a joke
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 Now they're all out in the parking lot staring at the smoke
 
 Chorus;
 Tag;
        Bm               A               G    
 Baby all that's left of our love now is ashes
        A                      
 Thank god you left the matches
 
 Turnaround; D Bm Em G A
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