what you don't see
may be all that matters
what you don't say
may be all i want to hear
three on a match
and that fickle finger licked
by the tongue of fortune's flame
too much company a charmed menagerie
that never balanced out the blame
loved and lonely just the same
sounds that sear your thoughts
won't warm your lips
what you don't say may be
burning through your veins
three on a match . . .
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out of order over our possession
whispered name she claims
no longer mine to give
three on a match
and that fickle finger licked
by the tongue of fortune's flame
too much company a charmed menagerie
that never balanced out the blame
loved and lonely just the same
lost and lucky just the same
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