Don't play with matches… Memories of times gone by A bitter, lonely past, When you turn in your graves every night, Think of me and remember this, If you play with fire, you're gonna get burnt, I've been blessed with the devils kiss. This is happening, here and now, My hopes, my dreams, my fears, my nightmares, While you live my life, Think of me and remember this, If you play with fire, you're gonna get burnt, I've been blessed with the devils kiss. Clinging on to a futile hope, That the best is yet to come, When everyone is dead and gone, Think of me and remember this, If you play with fire, you're gonna get burnt, I've been blessed with the devils kiss.

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