| The old bridge is on fire, and I’m the one to blame
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| A stone cold igniter of a violent flame
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| Suffer all my brothers and the family name
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| Like worn out lovers, nobody was gonna change
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| Our backs were weary and I, I had enough
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| And you said, «I want you to know what you’re walking away from»
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| But it was not enough
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| The old bridge is on fire and tearing at our clothes
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| Some deadly unnamed fighter, here come the final blows
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| We’re coughing up our failures and choking on our lows
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| Leaving a trail behind us of blood and broken bones
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| Our backs were weary and I, I had enough
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| And you said I want you to know what you’re walking away from
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| But it was not enough, no it was not enough
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| Easy come (easy come), easy go (easy go)
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| It’s a long way home, it’s a long way home
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| Our backs are weary and I, I had enough
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| And you said I want you to know what you’re walking away from
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| But it was not enough, no
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| The old bridge is on fire |