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Oh, the weather outside is fire, 
 
And my dear, im slowly dying
And since we've no place to go,
Let me go, let me go, let me go.
I won't show signs of stopping, 
And I brought us some bombs for blowing 
 
 
Life support's way down low,
Let me go, let me go, let me go
When I finally say good bye, 
How I'll love going out in a blast; 
But if you really hold me tight,
 
You'll go down with me too.
The fuse is slowly dying, 
And, my dear, we're still a-waitin' 
But as long as you hold me so. 
Let me go, let me go, let me go.

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