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The Loved Ones-The Bridge |
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On the bridge made of stone |
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Stands a man all alone |
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The bridge was his motivation |
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It worked him to the bone |
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With every nail that he drove, it drove him farther from his own |
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In his punishing isolation, but the bridge just feels like home |
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She didn't feel quite the same |
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She despised the bridge and who he became |
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She left in devastation |
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She left him there in shame |
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He said, "I don't understand, this was not part of the plan..." |
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But it got lost in the translation |
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Like a castle made of sand |
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In all the years he's spent struggling |
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He's been haunted at every turn |
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He fights the fear as he's growing old |
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And reminds us in all the he's learned |
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That we build and burn |
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Burn! |
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Burn! |
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Burn! |
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Burn! |
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Here I am all alone |
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On that bridge made of stone |
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With smothering motivation, I'm working to the bone |
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In the end it's what I've known |
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It's what I hate, but have to show |
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The bridge is my dedication; |
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the bridge just feels like home |
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In all the years I've been struggling |
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I've been haunted at every turn |
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I the fear as I'm growing old |
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And remembering all that I've learned |
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That we build and burn |
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In all the years he's spent struggling |
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He's been haunted at every turn |
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(We'll build and burn) |
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He fights the fear as he's growing old |
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And reminds us in all the he's learned |
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That we build and burn |
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Burn! |
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Burn! |
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Burn! |
