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