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letra de match for my memory (fired up) - robyn ottolini

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[intro]
there’s no match for my memory

[verse 1]
it doesn’t matter how far you go down that open road
to try to outrun the thought of me
you could sleep with a million girls, tell ’em they’re your world
when you look in their eyes, all you’ll see is me
you can put up a fight, stay out with your friends all night
but you’re gonna find whatever you do
i ain’t gonna burn out like your marlboro red
safe to say i’m fireproof

[chorus]
you can burn every picture of us
every shirt i forgot in your drawer
go ahead and set fire to your bed
and hope it spreads to where we danced on your kitchen floor, but
you can’t incinerate what you keep on reminiscing
there’s no getting away from every thought of me
everything that we had, you can turn it to ash, but
there’s no match for my memory

[post-chorus]
there’s no match for my memory
[verse 2]
you can find a new county line, you can drink it dry
but you know you’ll end up calling me
you can win yourself a million bucks, go buy a bigger truck
but you’ll still see me in the shotgun seat
every year you get older, there’s a new girl crying on your shoulder
but what you feel for me ain’t gonna smoulder, nah

[chorus]
you can burn every picture of us
every shirt i forgot in your drawer
go ahead and set fire to your bed
and hope it spreads to where we danced on your kitchen floor, but
you can’t incinerate what you keep on reminiscing
there’s no getting away from every thought of me
everything that we had, you can turn it to ash, but
there’s no match for my memory

[post-chorus]
there’s no match for my memory
there’s no match for my memory
burn those polaroids from your twenty-first
don’t forget the mixtape i made back when i was yours

[chorus]
you can burn every picture of us
every shirt i forgot in your drawer
go ahead and set fire to your bed
and hope it spreads to where we danced on your kitchen floor, but
you can’t incinerate what you keep on reminiscing
there’s no getting away from every thought of me
everything that we had, you can turn it to ash, but
there’s no match for my memory

- robyn ottolini

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