| Yeah, living for everything that’s killing me
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| It’s eating me alive
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| Conversations with God, asking for one more try
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| Swear I’ll change my ways, but we both know that’s a lie
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| Yeah, every bridge I’ve built
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| I just burn it to the ground
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| Every bridge I’ve built
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| I just burn it to the ground
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| I just burn it to the ground
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| So dig a hole six feet deep
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| Under the mud and under the leaves
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| Under my fingernails, and the dirt won’t leave
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| Scratching at the surface, I just wanna rest in peace
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| Yeah, every bridge I’ve built
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| I just burn it to the ground
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| Every bridge I’ve built
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| I just burn it to the ground
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| I just burn it to the ground
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| All the bridges I’ve built
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| I just burn 'em to the ground, yeah
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| Been lost out at sea, cold and alone
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| Take one last breath as the ocean carries me home
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| Been using pain as my compass, and now I’m sick to my stomach
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| Been punching out the walls, and you can see the blood on it
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| And as the water fills my lungs, the sea grips my soul
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| I take one last breath and let the ocean carry me home
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| Carry me home |