Come as you are

Yuna version

Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be.
As a friend, as a friend, as an old Enemy.
Take your time, hurry up, choice is yours, don’t be late.
Take a rest, as a friend, as an old Memory, yeah.

Memory, yeah, Memory, yeah, Memory, yeah.

Come doused in Mud, soaked in Bleach, as I want you to be.
As a trend, as a friend, as an old Memoria.

Memory, yeah, Memory, yeah, Memory, yeah.

Chorus:
And I swear that I don’t have a God
No, I don’t have a God
No, I don’t have a God

–Instrumental–

Memory, yeah, Memory, yeah, Memory, yeah, Memory, yeah. (Don’t have a God.)

Chorus:
And I swear that I don’t have a God
No, I don’t have a God
No, I don’t have a God
No, I don’t have a God
No, I don’t have a God
(Memory, yeah, Memory, yeah)

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