| Clean out your mouth, this is not what it’s for
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| There’s still a bloodstain from the spill of the war
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| Pick up your sorrow, this is not who we are
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| I won’t cry «uncle», having come so far
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| It’s alright, it’s alright
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| It’s just blood under the bridge
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| And I’m too tired to fight
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| The affliction that we fixed
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| Ah, that’s alright, it’s alright
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| It’s just blood under the bridge
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| Put down the knife
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| And watch the blood under the bridge go by
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| So tie your ragged fuck-ups in a neat little knot
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| And put it on the shelf behind the picture we bought
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| I found the way to make the best of a flaw
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| And realize it’s not the end, it’s an uncomfortable pause
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| It’s alright, it’s alright
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| It’s just blood under the bridge
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| There is a fragment of light
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| But it’s hiding in the distance
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| It’s alright, it’s alright
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| It’s just blood under the bridge
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| Put down the knife
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| And watch the blood under the bridge go by |