Oh god, here it comes Again Here's that memory that'll Just break my back And when I figured it out I thought I'd get by Here it comes, it'll Blacken the sun It'll bury me alive,
Save me from myself Turn around, throw it all Away Turn around until it all Breaks down To the fields of falling Angels
Best friends what we used To say All this time it feels Like yesterday Remembering when we said Goodbye Still I doubt I'll ever Figure out why
Save me from myself Turn around. throw it all Away Turn around 'til it all Breaks down To the fields of falling Angels
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