And she fell down, down, down, through planes of fire.
Down, down, down, with silent screams.
Down, down, down, he pulled her.
If they hadn't have pushed her, she wouldn't be.
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Fire
And she fell down, down, down, through planes of fire.
Down, down, down, with silent screams.
Down, down, down, he pulled her.
If they hadn't have pushed her, she wouldn't be.