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
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