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