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There's a narrow bridge that leads me to your door |
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Between the apple trees and poison leaves that form |
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Around my shoulders as they toss me back and forth |
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They bring me pleasure and they always keep me warm |
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There's a cashman, there are quick cures |
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There are taste tests, there are trash whores |
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There is numbness, there is feeling |
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There is sickness, there is healing |
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And I'm halfway to you but |
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I'm taking a break |
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Where I walk with a limp and |
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I sleep with the stakes |
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And I blow up my lungs with the air that |
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I need And my dreams |
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I'm on knees and |
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I'm washing your feet with my hands |
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I'm a bridge with all of my addictions |
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I'm a bridge with all of my addictions |
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There are sunbeams, there are dark clouds |
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There are voices, there are no sounds |
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And I'm stable so you want me |
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Yes, I'm stable while you want me |
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And I'm upright while you're downsized |
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While you're downsized |
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I am upright |
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I'm the cashman, you're the quick cure |
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You're the taste test, |
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I'm the trash whole |
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And I don't feel a thing but |
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I want to be real |
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As you are |
