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 We play these parlour gamesWe play at make believe
 When we get to the part where 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
 
 (chorus)
 Indoor fireworks
 Can still burn your fingers
 Indoor fireworks
 We swore we 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
 
 (chorus)
 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
 
 (chorus
 
 
		
		
	
 
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