Bury Tomorrow - Memories Lyrics
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Memories
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What Are The Lyrics For Memories By Bury Tomorrow?
Reveal the plan you have for me
Now I'm lost Wandering endlessly I hear I hear their cries to me Dragging me backwards eternally Are you intent on returning me? To the life I left so violently I am fading Forever falling From the shadows I hear you calling Always drifting away To never see the light of day Just a memory gone Just a memory lost without a cause Just a memory gone To be turned to an afterlife alone Just a memory gone Just a memory lost without a cause Just a memory gone To be turned to an afterlife alone I have seen myself not in reflection The broken promises that lead to no ascension I regret my choice but what could I do? I thought I did my best to be there for you Cold Just a memory gone Just a memory lost without a cause Just a memory gone To be turned to an afterlife alone Just a memory gone Just a memory lost without a cause Just a memory gone To be turned to an afterlife alone Just a memory gone Just a memory lost without a cause Just a memory gone To be turned to an afterlife alone Just a memory gone Just a memory lost without a cause Just a memory gone To be turned to an afterlife alone Just a memory gone (just a memory gone) Just a memory lost (just a memory lost) Just a memory gone To be turned to an afterlife alone |
Who Wrote Memories By Bury Tomorrow?
Daniel Winter-bates
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What's The Duration Of The Memories By Bury Tomorrow?The duration of Memories is 3:53 minutes and seconds. |
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