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My old flame |
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I can't even think of his name |
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But it's funny now and then |
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How my thoughts go flashing back again |
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To my old flame |
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My old flame |
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My new lovers all seem so tame |
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For I haven't met a gent |
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So magnificent or elegant |
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As my old flame |
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I've met so many men |
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With fascinating ways |
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A fascinating gaze in their eyes |
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Some who sent me up to the skies |
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But their attempts at love |
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Were only imitations of |
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My old flame |
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I can't even think of his name |
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But I'll never be the same |
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Until I discover what became |
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Of my old flame |
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I've met so many men |
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With fascinating ways |
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A fascinating gaze in their eyes |
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Some who sent me up to the skies |
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But their attempts at love |
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Were only imitations of |
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My old flame |
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I can't even think of his name |
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But I'll never be the same |
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Until I discover what became |
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Of my old flame |
