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A match and a crack and a whimper
Candles burn across the floor
Petrol stains
Along the hall
Childish games, played in dim light
Take it all away tonight...
Photo frames aren't filled with faces
But pictures dull, vague and vacant
Of places she'd sketch cause they caught her eye
But drew what they'd look like in pain...
I don't know why or how shes different
I don't know how it came to such desperate measures
She don't want the neighbours to know
But she'll let it all blow
With a match and a crack and a whimper
Petrol stains
Along the hall
Childish games, played in dim light
Take it all away tonight...
Photo frames aren't filled with faces
But pictures dull, vague and vacant
Of places she'd sketch cause they caught her eye
But drew what they'd look like in pain...
I don't know why or how shes different
I don't know how it came to such desperate measures
She don't want the neighbours to know
But she'll let it all blow
With a match and a crack and a whimper
Published 17th Dec 2011
| Edited 18th Dec 2011
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