| The flame of passion burned
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| The flame of passion burned
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| I don't cry, no I don't cry
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| That smoke touched my eyes
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| And already means so little
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| Everything you said now
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| And you can't touch
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| Your lips, and how should I be?
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| When leaving, do not turn around
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| Don't cry, don't forgive
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| Oh, how it burned, burned
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| Flame of passion. |
| For the two of us
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| Gave life, but faded away
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| There was smoke, only acrid smoke
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| I don't know, no I don't know
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| And don't ask in vain
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| I'm letting go, I'm letting go
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| To that other one, and be happy with her
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| And vain and unbearable
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| Conversations at the door
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| I'm not crying. |
| It's simple
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| The bitter smoke of your love
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| Oh, how it burned, burned
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| Flame of passion. |
| For the two of us
|
| Gave life, but faded away
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| There was smoke, only acrid smoke
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| Oh, how it burned, burned
|
| Flame of passion. |
| For the two of us
|
| Gave life, but faded away
|
| There was smoke, only acrid smoke
|
| Oh, how it burned, burned
|
| Flame of passion. |
| For the two of us
|
| Gave life, but faded away
|
| There was smoke, only acrid smoke
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| There was smoke, only acrid smoke
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| There was smoke, only acrid smoke |