When you go, please don't leave your love in the sun. My heart will melt away In the night with your twisted tongue, When you drop the bomb, I'm blown away 'Cause I refuse to hide in a page of this story. I come out the box, I won't say I'm sorry, We in the nuclear season In the shelter, I'll survive this, though We in the nuclear season; Summer lovin' in the backseat gone...
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