| If this was the Cold War we could keep each other warm
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| I said on the first occasion that I met Marie
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| We were crawling through the hatch that was the missile silo door
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| And I don’t think that she really thought that much of me
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| I never had to learn to love her like I learned to love the Bomb
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| She just came along and started to ignore me But as we waited for the Big One
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| I started singing her my songs
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| And I think she started feeling something for me We passed the time with crosswords that she thought to bring inside
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| What five letters spell «apocalypse"she asked me I won her over saying «W.W.I.I.I.»
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| She smiled and we both knew that she’d misjudged me Oh Marie it was so easy to fall in love with you
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| It felt almost like a home of sorts or something
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| And you would keep the warhead missile silo good as new
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| And I’d watch you with my thumb above the button
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| Then one night you found me in my army issue cot
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| And you told me of your flash of inspiration
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| You said fusion was the broken heart that’s lonely’s only thought
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| And all night long you drove me wild with your equations
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| Oh Marie do you remember all the time we used to take
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| We’d make our love and then ransack the rations
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| I think about you leaving now and the avalanche cascades
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| And my eyes get washed away in chain reactions
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| Oh Marie if you would stay then we could stick pins in the map
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| Of all the places where you thought that love would be found
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| But I would only need one pin to show where my heart’s at In a top secret location three hundred feet under the ground
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| We could hold each other close and stay up every night
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| Looking up into the dark like it’s the night sky
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| And pretend this giant missile is an old oak tree instead
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| And carve our name in hearts into the warhead
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| Oh Marie there’s something tells me things just won’t work out above
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| That our love would live a half-life on the surface
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| So at night while you are sleeping
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| I hold you closer just because
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| As our time grows short I get a little nervous
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| I think about the Big One, W.W.I.I.I.
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| Would we ever really care the world had ended
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| You could hold me here forever like you’re holding me tonight
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| I look at that great big red button and I’m tempted |