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CROWDED HOUSE >> Merchandise Links
CROWDED HOUSE
(Neil Finn) Detective is flat No longer is always flat out Got the number of the getaway car Didn't get very far As lucid as hell These images moving 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 enflame you Sleeping alone For pleasure, the pineapple head It spins and it 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 Sleeping alone For pleasure, the pineapple head It spins and it 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 Would you come to make me pay?
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