Hung, hung, hung, hung on the line again
Hung, hung, hung, hung out to dry again
Hung, hung, hung, hung and we’ll try again
But she’s taking her time as she’s faking her lines
Will the infamous ink ever dry?
Hung, hung, hung, hung side by side again
(Side by side this is where we begin…)
Hung, hung, hung, hung and we’ll lie again
(Lying on blankets of sable and sin…)
Hung, hung, hung, hung and we’re dry again
(Oh, will we dry will we try again…)
And the ink almost dries as we hang on the line
And we’re closer than ever this time
And we’ve tangled the lines as we walk these fine times
When it breaks we will take to new heights…

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