| It was the bridge she flung herself off I used to see her
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| Standing on one side as if too frightened to walk across
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| And sometimes stand still and drive some invisible car
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| Toes on the edge of the pavement
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| To steer her clear of the car that hit her on the way down
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| Rubbing asphalt in her wounds
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| A love that won’t die only tortures nothing else no comfort no future brakes a
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| fair-few up
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| If there is a god someone wake him up and tell him to sort it out
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| Tell him to sort it out
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| Command of cars you drive
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| Command of cars you drive
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| He sits and stares at the road
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| White lines blur into black
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| Until he sees nothing else
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| He tried to cope with her loss
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| By forgetting who he was
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| But he’d never forget her face
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| I saw him make the first move
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| To follow her all the way down
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| The wire for the last time
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| He dreamt he’d taken a dive
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| And called her on the way down
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| And now he can sleep at night
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| He still has a lock of her hair
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| He gave her a lock of his own
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| He clenches it tight in his hand
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| Command of cars you drive
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| Command of cars you drive
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| Command of cars you drive
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| Command of cars you drive |