Teksty: Kid Named Chicago. Fire Over LA.

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And don't strike the match
As you call the ambulance
Cause if we're not more than friends
Then I can start this fire with my own two hands
And watch you bleed, as you beg for sympathy
And here you screaming about me
May very well have been my last regret

And like a fire, over L.A.
Brings the notion, that I've lost my way home
Promises, that you have said to me
Have gotten hard to read,
And spell out that nothings says losing home
Like losing you

So strike the match
As you watch me burn this bridge
And after all of this smoke clears
You can see as you and I come to an end
And burn, baby burn.
And tell me who feels sorry now
And tell me who feels so damn sorry now

And like a fire, over L.A.
Brings the notion, that I've lost my way home
Promises, that you have said to me
Have gotten hard to read,
And spell out that nothings says losing home
Like losing you

And like a fire, over L.A.
Brings the notion, that I've lost my way home
Promises, that you have said to me
Have gotten hard to read,
And spell out that nothings says losing home
Like losing you, like losing you.
Quite like losing you, like losing you.
And spell out that nothings says losing home
Like losing you