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Arcade Fire - Old Flame Arcade Fire - Old Flame |
| You knew in five minutes - But I knew in a sentence
You knew in five minutes - But I knew in a sentence
So why do we go - through all of this again?
Your eyes are flutterin' - Such pretty wings.
A moth, flyin' into the - Same old flame again
It never ends
It's not like I dropped the bomb,
on my conscience mom
It takes fightin' day and night
to make such a good thing die
Out, everyone out - I give too much shit a home
In my heart and mind - It gets me every time
So why do we go - Through all this shit again
Your eyes are Flutterin' - Such pretty wings.
A moth flyin' into me -The same old flame again
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