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Jan 2013
In the fire a bed of lies
In the mountains there's just ice
Old flames casting shadows
Old flames in the night

And you know what old flames do
They go out with some ado
You and I we're just an old flame
A memory lane that went blurry and insane

Lying on a slab of ice
Cold to touch
Cold to feel
Cold spreading to your soul
Dying flames
Dying light
Blow it out you might be right
arham
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arham  inside my head
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