| And when the magic runs away
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| I hear somebody ask «when will love stay?»
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| And when my blue eyes turn to black
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| I hear somebody ask «did love fight back?»
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| i hang around
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| and you go down / down / down
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| we burn the bridges to the ground ground ground
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| you hang around
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| and i go down / down / down
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| we pick the pieces off the ground ground ground
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| And when the violence flows away
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| You hear somebody say «my mind’s astray»
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| And when you think you’re right on track
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| You hear somebody say «I want love back»
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| i hang around
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| and you go down / down / down
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| we burn the bridges to the ground ground ground
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| you hang around
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| and i go down / down / down
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| we pick the pieces off the ground ground ground
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| when the walls are crying
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| and the beds are cold
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| when ya mama tell ya daddy
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| «i can’t fight-ya no more»
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| we burn down all our bridges
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| just to build’em up walls
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| the peace will never find ya
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| behind Hells doors
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| i hang around
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| and you go down
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| we burn the bridges to the ground
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| you hang around
|
| and i go down
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| we pick the pieces off the ground
|
| i hang around
|
| and you go down / down / down
|
| we burn the bridges to the ground ground ground
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| you hang around
|
| and i go down / down / down
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| we pick the pieces off the ground ground ground |