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Lyrics:
We play these parlour games We play at make believe When we get to the part I say that I'm going to leave
Everybody loves a happy ending But we don't even try We go straight past pretending To the part where everybody loves to cry
Indoor fireworks Can still burn your fingers Indoor fireworks We swore were safe as houses
They're not so spectacular They don't burn up in the sky But they can dazzle or delight Or bring a tear When the smoke gets in your eyes
You were the spice of life The gin in my vermouth And though the sparks would fly I thought our love was fireproof
Sometimes we'd fight in public, darling With very little cause But different kinds of sparks would fly When we got on our own behind closed doors
Indoor fireworks Can still burn your fingers Indoor fireworks We swore were safe as houses
They're not so spectacular They don't burn up in the sky But they can dazzle or delight Or bring a tear When the smoke gets in your eyes
It's time to tell the truth These things have to be faced My fuse is burning out And all that powder's gone to waste
Don't think for a moment, dear That we'll ever be through I'll build a bonfire of my dreams And burn a broken effigy of me and you
Indoor fireworks Can still burn your fingers Indoor fireworks We swore were safe as houses
They're not so spectacular They don't burn up in the sky But they can dazzle or delight Or bring a tear When the smoke gets in your eyes
When the smoke gets in your eyes When the smoke gets in your eyes
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