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Love Songs and Gasoline

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ChocoCoatedLemons

Published: Nov 24, 2012

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I want the world to burn as much as I am (breaking),
and if that means burning you, then
what are we waiting for, baby?
I want it all to crackle and hiss,
when the wood pops and the metal groans,
because maybe then I won't have to singe alone.

Billy Joel didn't start the fire, but I wouldn't mind it at all.

A match in one hand and a sonnet in the other, I'll bring you to your knees with
love songs and gasoline, because
if someone has to be the Fire-Starter(Heart-Breaker), then it might as well be
someone who really understands what it is to burst into f l a m e s,
for one,
perfect,
Moment.

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"We didn't start the fire, it was always burning, since the world's been turning" - Billy Joel