Burn all your clothes, babe.
We don't need them where we're going.
I may rise on the cross tonight.
At least we'll always have this night.
If you see a light and you're crawling up the sky, know I'll miss you. I hope you'll miss me too.
All we've got are memories; crashing cars and love for the first time.
All we've got are memories; we've got nothing left so hold on.
Please raise the wicked and the mad and the ones you swore were damned.
When lightning crashes we’ll crawl on up the sky and we’ll look God right in his eyes.
He will ask what mattered most when you were young and maybe you answer your family, waiting for you to come home.
Burn all your clothes, babe.
We don't need them where we're going.
I may rise on the cross tonight.
And I feel like raising hell and I just might.
When lightning crashes we’ll crawl on up the sky and we’ll look God right in his eyes.
All we've got are memories; crashing cars and love for the first time.
All we've got are memories; we've got nothing left to hold on to.
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