I’m afraid that if I go that way,

These memories will start calling;

They’ll start churning and burning.

There’ll be nothing I can do

When the skies go up in flames.

Please, believe me

What I’m saying may not be the truth,

But it is a truth.

So run.  Run!

When the skies are falling

Run!

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