Just stop your crying
It's a sign of the times
Welcome to the final show
Hope you're wearing your best clothes
You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky
You look pretty good down here
But you ain't really good
If we never learn, we been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets?
The bullets
We never learn, we been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets?
The bullets
Just stop your crying
It's a sign of the times
We gotta get away from here
We gotta get away from here
Just stop your crying
It'll be alright
They told me that the end is near
We gotta get away from here
Just stop your crying
Have the time of your life
Breaking through the atmosphere
And things are pretty good from here
Remember everything…
Here's what this song is speaking to me:
1) I don't remember everything, but more and more, I do know when a traumatic memory is coming through and even more significantly, I can more often let it come through because when it does, my man is here to hold me...
2) Don't stop your crying. Cry as much you need, when you need. Releasing sadness, whether it is current or old, suppressed in childhood sadness, is sooo good for the soul...
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