| Have you seen your bridges burn, your smoke is everywhere
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| A sudden smell of cyanide is fuming through the air
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| You have failed to realize severities at stake
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| Finally the cracks have shown and the ice begins to break
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| I will not tread on these waters no more
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| I’ll stand beside you for your curtain call
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| Eyes open wide as you fall
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| From fire to ashes from sound to silence
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| I’ll be beside for it all
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| From fire to ashes you burn
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| From sound into silence you turn
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| I don’t have to justify my ways or feel regret
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| I made you into what you are and now you want some of my respect
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| Before you stabbed me in the back should’ve thought of what’s at stake
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| The ticking bomb that you’ve stepped upon has now started to awake
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| You will not tread on my waters no more
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| I’ll stand beside you for your curtain call
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| Eyes open wide as you fall
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| From fire to ashes from sound to silence
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| I’ll be beside for it all
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| From fire to ashes you burn
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| From sound into silence you turn
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| I’ll stand beside you for your curtain call
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| Eyes open wide as you fall
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| From fire to ashes from sound to silence
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| I’ll be beside for it all
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| From fire to ashes you burn
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| From sound into silence you turn
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| From fire to ashes you burn
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| From sound into silence you turn |