| Her dime falls down from a silver string
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| It doesn’t wait on her blue-eyed dream
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| And all the people try and turn away
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| She fades 'em out in different shades of gray
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| And she’s almost down the wire
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| Wire, wire
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| She don’t look like she’s even tired
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| Tired, tired
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| She’s a girl under fire
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| She don’t even know
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| She’s a girl under fire
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| She won’t ever let it go
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| My little Jupiter war machine
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| She’s a lover with a blue-eyed dream
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| Won’t let up, she won’t close the door
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| If you never believe, then how can you be sure?
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| And she’s almost down the wire
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| Wire, wire
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| She don’t look like she’s even tired
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| Tired, tired
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| She’s a girl under fire
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| She don’t even know
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| She’s a girl under fire
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| She won’t ever let it go
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| She’s a girl under fire
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| She don’t even know
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| She’s a girl under fire
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| (Fire, fire)
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| She won’t ever let it go
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| She’s a girl under fire
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| All she’s ever known
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| She’s a girl under fire
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| (Fire, fire)
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| She won’t make it on her own |