It seems to come out a lot at first.
♪♪
There you go.
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[ Meat sizzling ]
♪♪
[ Alarm blaring ]
[ Blaring continues ]
♪♪
Hello!
[ Ting! ]
Hey!
Ooh!
♪♪
Can you light me up?
[ Crying ]
♪♪
[ Explosions ]
Woman: The volcano has erupted,
and everybody's making their death poses.
[ Rumbling, explosion ]
I'm having trouble deciding on mine.
I want it to be sexually aggressive but not offensive,
proud but not conceited,
defiant in the face of death but not stupid.
I check my reflection in what is maybe a pool of blood --
I don't think my own --
struggling to get the pose just right
as a smothering wave of ash crashes into me.
I die frozen in this way,
not at all like how I envisioned it --
uncertain, searching, and apologetic.
[ Moodie Black's "Freedom" plays ]
♪♪
♪ I got my swag turned out ♪
♪ With the world turned in and offended ♪
♪ It's all been done before ♪
♪ Soapbox on my couch, now we're endin' ♪
♪ The pain isn't mine anymore ♪
♪ We all on the floor with our chains up ♪
♪ Bathing in a nuclear war ♪
♪ I tweet when I'm bored, I done came up ♪
♪♪
[ Vocalizing ]
♪♪
[ Tapping ]
[ Heavy breathing ]
♪♪
[ Gasps ]
[ Panting ]
[ Fire crackling ]
[ Wailing ]
♪♪
[ Gaelynn Lea's "Someday We'll Linger in the Sun" plays ]
♪♪
♪ Our love's a complex vintage wine ♪
♪ All rotted leaves and lemon rind ♪
♪ I'd spit you out, but now you're mine ♪
♪ We bit the fruit, it seemed a lie ♪
♪ I'll never know which way was right ♪
♪ Now side by side we face the night ♪
♪ And I love you ♪
♪ We walked the pier and back again ♪
♪ It was the most scared I've ever been ♪
♪ You held my hand until the end ♪
♪ And I love you ♪
♪♪
[ Meat sizzling ]
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