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(neil finn)
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Detective is flat, no longer is always flat out
Got the number of getaway car
Didn’t get very far
As lucid as hell and these images
Movin so fast like a fever
So close to the bone
I don’t feel too well
And if you choose to take that path
I will play you like a shark
And I’ll clutch at your heart
I’ll come flying like a spark to inflame you
Sleeping alone for pleasure
The pineapple head it spins and spins
Like a number I hold
Don’t remember if she was my friend
It was a long time ago
And if you choose to take that path
I will play you like a shark
And I’ll clutch at your heart
Come flying like a spark to inflame you
Sleeping alone for pleasure
The pineapple head it spins and it spins
Like a number I hold
If she was my friend
It was a long time ago
And if you choose to take that path
Will you come to make me pay
I will play you like a shark
And I’ll will clutch at your heart
I’ll come flying like a spark to inflame you
Read more lyrics about / on: fever, friend, car, alone, remember, time, numb, fly, sleep
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