| He’s in the mood to touch the fire,
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| He’s in the mood to touch everything you are
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| He’s in the mood to touch the fire,
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| Touch the fire, touch the fire
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| Jacky’s locked in a silent dream
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| He’s watching movies on the TV-screen
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| He feels unsteady lights a cigarette
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| He’s getting mellow in his cabinet
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| Oh, Jacky, when everything goes wrong,
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| Get ready, for you’ve got to be so strong
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| It’s so supersensual, sentimental
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| Dial that cipher in your tears,
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| The number to the golden year
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| You’ve got to touch the fire,
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| Wake up little boy
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| You’ve go to play with fire,
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| Wake up, you’ve got to…
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| You’ve got to play with fire…
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| Jacky hears it, is it her or not?
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| His eyes are burning
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| Cause the brain’s too hot
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| He’s sitting calmly on a swivel chair
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| There’s something coming from the upper stairs
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| Now listen to me Jacky, you were always
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| So lonesome in that quiet lonely house
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| High on the hill,
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| Just come… come and meet me
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| You know where and we’ll take a nice holiday
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| Back in the old, old days of happiness --
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| Oh, Jacky, when everything goes wrong…
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| Dial that cipher in your tears |