Texty: Immaculate Machine. Old Flame.

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Here you are, old flame
Your tongues all twisted with words you can't say
You think you've got troubles, that's just life
Well, I'd hate to be the one to say it

You're coming on over on the number eight
I'm leaving on the same
If you think simple things, you'll just be simple
How very wrong you are, how very wrong you are

Broken bones don't seem so bad
Telephones don't ring the same
Anymore...

Oh here you are, old flame
Your eyes all glazed and shining in the cold
You say "Sometimes you got to let history unfold"
But you don't really mean it

You're coming on over keeping everyone guessing
There's a lesson in this, I'm sure I must've missed it
Off somewhere contemplating your exquisite crime
The once and future queen of making tension out of time

Broken bones don't seem so bad
Telephones don't ring the same
Anymore...

Here you are, old flame
Your tongues all twisted with words you can't say
You think you've got troubles, that's just life
Well, I'd hate to be the one to say

You're coming on over on the number eight
I'm leaving on the same
The more you think simple things, you'll just be simple
The better off you are, the better off you are

Broken bones don't seem so bad
Telephones don't ring the same
Anymore...