| Got a message in my mailbox
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| From an old friend I hardly see
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| All it said was you were trying
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| To get in touch with me
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| And I stared down at your number
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| And I felt passion and I felt fear
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| And I wondered what the hell you wanted
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| After all these years
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| Cause there is danger in the embers
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| And you have only yourself to blame
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| If you get burned when you try to rekindle
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| That old flame
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| Well I know we ended badly
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| And I was angry for a long long time
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| But I’ve grown some
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| And I wanted you to know that
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| I’m doing just fine
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| And I’m not asking for a replay
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| I got no delusions, got no designs
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| Can I borrow just a little cup of kindness
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| For Auld Lang Syne
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| Cause there is danger in the embers
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| And you have only yourself to blame
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| If you get burned when you try to rekindle
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| That old flame
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| Speak to me plain
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| Tell me the truth
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| Is it really me you miss
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| Or just your long lost youth?
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| Yeah there is danger in the embers
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| And you know nothing, nothing stays the same
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| Yeah you can get burned when you try to rekindle
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| That old flame
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| Yeah you can get burned when you try to rekindle
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| That old flame |