Shrug - Flame Fatale lyrics

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lost sheep on fifth street peculiar and pained<br />

i look her up when i can<br />

twelve o'clock witching hou mercedes-benz<br />

bobbing for pumpkins again<br />

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and i offer nothing but the shirt off my back<br />

and the heart on my sleeve and the moon<br />

and it's not a question of sin or suggestion<br />

i just want one warm afternoon<br />

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not enough hours in one single day<br />

for all of her fantastic schemes<br />

as saviors and bad boys of butterflied strange<br />

rush through her wild-eyed dreams<br />

and i offer nothing but the shirt off my back<br />

and the heart on my sleeve and the moon<br />

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she's falling she's falling<br />

she's falling again<br />

call out the crash crews and crash mannequins<br />

my sweet flame fatale<br />

she is falling again<br />

around me inside me where nobody's ever been<br />

nobody's ever been here<br />

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hypnosis in her soft-focus parade<br />

helpless but i can't complain<br />

can't move a muscle i won't even try<br />

thirty-five bucks down the drain<br />

hypnosis in her soft focus parade<br />

helpless but she can't complain<br />

drawn here by gravity she has no choice<br />

burns up in friction and flame