DON'T STRIKE A MATCH (TO THE BOOK OF LOVE)
(Hal Ketchum & Pat Alger)
There are dreams that come to me in the night
Some are precious and fine
Lately all of my dreams of you
Are the hurt in' kind
Lying beside you I miss the heat
And I feel so alone
I'm afraid if I fall asleep
You'll be gone
When it's late at night
And I close my eyes
I know what I'll be dreamin' of
See the flames go high
Watch the ashes fly
As you strike a match to the book of love
Honey, don't strike a match to the book of love
Imagination will run so wild
I can't believe that it's true
I don't want to imagine me
Without you
When it's late at night
And I close my eyes
I know what I'll be dreamm' of
See the flames go high
Watch the ashes fiy
As you strike a match to the book of love
When it's late at night
And I close my eyes
I know what I'll be dreamin' of
see the flames go high
Watch the ashes fly
As you strike a match to the book of love
Honey, don't strike a match to the book of love
No, honey, don't strike a match to the book
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