| Old flame, it’s always the old way
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| When did it get so damn cold?
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| You’re so seasonal
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| We flickered and swayed
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| Each time the winter soul came
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| I remember gold days
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| Under love’s warm haze
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| Old flame, you’re still the one that holds me
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| Can’t you feel it burning?
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| Can’t you feel it burning still?
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| Old flame, I fell for your inferno
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| Where did all the love go?
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| Can’t you feel the wind blow you closer to me?
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| I went by your house today
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| When did you get so hollow?
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| So closed, so overgrown?
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| I flicker and sway
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| Still dancing on the aftertaste
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| I remember gold days
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| Wrapped up in the warmth we made
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| Old flame, you’re still the one that holds me
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| Can you feel it burning?
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| Can you feel it burning still?
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| Old flame, I fell for your inferno
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| Where did all the love go?
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| Can’t you feel the wind blow?
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| Smoke skies, colors and cloud nines
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| Circles and straight lines and drowned eyes
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| (When there’s something in the air)
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| From such heights, I fell into Fahrenheit
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| And time only fuels the desire
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| (When there’s something in the air)
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| It’s always the old way
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| When did it get so damn cold?
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| You’re so seasonal
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| Old flame, burning
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| Burning, burning still
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| Old flame, inferno
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| Where did all the love go?
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| Someone’s been sleeping downstairs |