Like a snap of the fingers
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It was just that quick
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The building had fallen
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And shattered and
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Melted under the heat
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We found a buddy
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Who was covered in blood
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He kept trying to get up and look
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Lay down, lay down, lay down marine
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Under the heat
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All our lives changing
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Under the heat
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"Take your cameras and
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get out of here"
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"Forget it" said the C.O.
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"You're out of line,
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you're angry, I'm angry,
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they're angry,
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just do the job."
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Under the heat
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We stopped to listen for voices
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And then we'd dig with
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Whatever we had
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Listen and dig, listen and dig,
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Listen and dig
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Under the heat
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All our lives changing
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Under the heat
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Reaching through this
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Curtain of fear
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My arms are stretched
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Beyond the limit
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I take the heat from
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Streaming tears
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To bear the cold and
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Walk out in it
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Walk out in it
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My plans for the future
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Are a frozen picture
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That has fallen and
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Shattered and melted
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Under the heat
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All our lives changing
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Under the heat
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--Papers fluttered in the gentle October
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breeze and a page from a pocket-sized
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Bible lay on the ground. It was open to
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the book of Psalms. The passage said,
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"For they do not talk of peace, but
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against the quiet ones of the land they
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plot treacharies..."
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From the San Fransisco Chronicle
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Monday, October 24, 1983
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Under The Heat
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The 77s |