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I would rather have fire –
And I would rather have fire,
Than this cold, cold ice,
Let your fist rage against mine,
For I die in this siege, I die.
We are starved, we are quiet,
We are peace with a gun in our hand,
Take your mark, lay your aim,
If you want blame, only mention my name.
And I would rather have fire,
Than this cold, cold ice,
Let your fist rage against me,
For I die…
And we, we had beauty, we have something worth keepn alive,
And I would take all your fury,
If that meant that youd be alright.
And I, would rather have…
Can we die and not put up a fight.