they're going higher wind is whistling on the barbs your head's a hammer
hang wire, hang wire hang wire (meet you at the) hang wire
that man is a liar the day is like a warm night salt rusts the cold line
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every morning and every day i'll bossanova with ya
if there were a fire can we scratch beneath this
hang wire, hang wire hang wire (meet you at the) hang wire?
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