| There’s a bridge over the other side of town
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| That I’d cross over if I need to see my friends
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| But you burnt it down
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| So I never saw any one of them again
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| And in their place I filled with things that I know I
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| I could hold on to
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| I was only just a child, I didn’t know
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| What to do with what I had, so I
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| So I threw it away
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| I know that
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| The more you get
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| The more
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| The more you get
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| The less you are
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| I know
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| The more you get
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| The more
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| The older you get
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| The less you are
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| There are fifteen different sides for me, she said
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| There isn’t anything you learn from being angry
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| So don’t
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| I knew a couple people in the program
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| I knew a couple people who stayed in
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| They’ll never leave
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| There is anything I know you can be sure of
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| Said everything, you spent your life forget
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| Will all just go away, someday
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| You know
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| The more you get
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| The more
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| The more you get
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| The less you are
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| I’m guessing that
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| The more you get
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| The more
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| The more you get
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| The less, the less
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| The less you are |