On those sentimental nights
You hold me in your sights
And shoot me down
And though there ain't no enemy here
You keep me very near
And shoot me down
Shoot me down
You hands, they flutter up
Armed and dangerous, my buttercup
And shoot me down
In flames
Stand back, stand back and let me breathe
I think I'm falling out of here
I can here the grass grow,
I can here the melting snow
I can feel your breathe against my ear
I might just disappear
Wouldn't that be nice
Wouldn't that be nice
Well wouldn't that be nice
I look into your eyes
And it comes as no great surprise
You're gonna shoot me down
Shoot me down
I know that when you smile
It'll be just a short, little while
Shoot me down
In flames
Shoot me down
In flames
Shoot me down
In flames
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