[ Studio Bonus] I wished I smoked cigarettes Then Id have a reason to keep some by my bed And I wouldnt be searching out every drawer in the house for matches, matches It hasnt rained here for weeks Yeah, Ive got the courage, got the gasoline And theres a warm wind blowin off of the mountains in the east Can you feel the breeze? [Chorus] Maybe we should just let go Set whats left of us up in smoke Cuz this love is full of lies, sorries we dont use Here I am to find myself down to one excuse There with bitter emptyness, hell its a damn fuse, its gonna make or find pile of ashes Mistakes and memories will burn More fuel for the fire another lesson never learned One more chance for you and me to get it all out with matches, matches Chorus Maybe we should just let go Set whats left of us up in smoke Cuz this love is full of lies, sorries we dont use Here I am to find myself down to one excuse There with bitter emptyness, hell its a damn fuse, its gonna make or find pile of ashes Once I find the matches See Wade Bowen LiveGet tickets as low as 19You might also likeChorus Cuz this love is full of lies, sorries we dont use Here I am to find myself down to one excuse There with bitter emptyness, hell its a damn fuse, its gonna make or find pile of ashes Yeah Its gonna make or find pile of ashes Once I find the matches Well, I wished I smoked cigarettes Cuz then Id have a reason to keep some by my bed and I wouldnt be searching out every drawer in the house for matches Matches, matches
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