Just stop to cry, it's a song of the times Welcome to the final show I hope you're wearing your best clothes I can't *** the door and the way to the sky But you look pretty good down here But you ain't really good I never knew we'd be here before Why are we always stuck and running for The bullets, the bullets Just stop to cry, it's a song of the times We gotta get away from here We gotta get away from here We don't talk enough We should open up But it's up to me We will never learn We should give it up It's just what we know Stop to cry and maybe it's a sign of the times We gotta get away We gotta get away We gotta get away We gotta get away Away We gotta get away We gotta get away Away
