| 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 innocent 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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| Som who sent me up to the skies
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| But their attempts at love
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| Were only imitations of 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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| Untill 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
|
| A fascinating gaze in their eyes
|
| Som who sent me up to the skies
|
| But their attempts at love
|
| Were only imitations of 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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| Untill I discover what became
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| Of my old flame |