It's the eyes that give the game away
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As I come through the door
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Of a steakhouse off the highway
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And I remember years before
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Those same eyes, only younger
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More innocent somehow
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And I wonder about your situation now
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Are you married, are there children
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Did you ever settle down
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With that psychopathic boy
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You failed to mention last time round
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Or is there just a lonely room
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Full of poetry
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And lots of mutilated dolls that look like me
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Our old flame
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Our old flame
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When you look at me, will you see
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The man that I became
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Or will you see the boy I was
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See me by the light of our old flame
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Our old flame
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Pretty soon you'll cross the room
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To take my order down
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And recognize the man with whom
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You briefly hung around
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Am I gonna catch a sign
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Of panic in your heart
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Like the panic that I'm feeling now in mine
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Our old flame
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Our old flame
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When you look at me, will you see
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The man that I became
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Or will you see the boy I was
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See me by the light of our old flame
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Our old flame
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Our Old Flame
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Cold Chisel |