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