| There was a crack in your smile the day you were born
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| You’re out on the pull and it’s making you yawn
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| Good samaritans never play their part
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| Come round, let me put my hands around your heart
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| Livewire, your life is in the fire
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| You got everything to play for
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| 1−1, half time
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| Livewire, the world is yours to hire
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| We got everything to live for
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| Don’t kick it all the time
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| Standing in the borough markets selling straws
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| People just stare at you and gawp
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| You’d like to say you’re wasted
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| But it’s not the alcohol that’s making you feel like a flat spare wheel
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| Livewire, your life is in the fire
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| We got everything to play for
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| 1−1, half time
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| Livewire, the world is yours to hire
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| You got everything to live for
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| Don’t kick it all the time
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| Helicopters hover over the street
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| There’s always somebody else you’re dying to meet
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| And you’re always getting older
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| That’s the deepest thought you can commit to paper
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| As the nights get later
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| Livewire, your life is in the fire
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| We’ve got everything to play for
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| 1−1, half time
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| Livewire, the world is yours to hire
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| You’ve got everything to live for
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| Don’t kick it all the time
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| Don’t kick it all the time |