Every
time you touch her sets your hands on fire,
And every thing you’ve got is all that she requires.
And you hang on, hang on, hang on to the words of a liar.
You can feel it getting down to the wire.
All the
hurt you thought was gone has now returned,
And every thing she’s laughing at is all you learned.
And you let go, let go, let go, ‘cause you know you’re getting tired.
Can you feel it getting down to the wire?
Take the
time to close your eyes and look around,
‘Cause anyone who helped you out can let you down.
And look out, look out, look out, the voice is now the choir.
Can you feel it getting down to the wire?
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