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"Hal Ketchum"
"Don't Strike A Match"
"Transcribe" sanoma at onewest.net
There are dreams that come to me in the night.
Some are precious and fine.
Lately all of my dreams of you.
Are the hurtin' kind.
Lyin' beside you I miss the heat.
And I feel so alone.
I'm afraid if I fall to sleep,you'll be gone.
When it's late at nightand I close my eyes.
I know what I'll be dreamin of.
See the flames go highWatch the ashes fly.
And you strike a match to the book of love.Honey don't
Strike a match to the book of love.