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Mrs. Ruston, |
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I survived the rest of your life |
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Unaware, oblivious, you couldn't be down, |
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And now you're given out the combination code |
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And they know |
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Mrs. Ruston, time retired all the lights |
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The electric air expired with the night, |
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But you're eyes are deep and cut through me |
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Here in the afterglow - |
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What a show |
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And she keeps sketching her dreams |
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From the back of her mind into the souls of machines |
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An audience breathes the troubles she's trying to forget |
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And these scenes, obviously |
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Though I don't know what they said |
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Somehow I know what they mean |
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But how can |
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I trust the bridge if |
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I didn't build it? |
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Mrs. Ruston, he was waiting there all along |
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What a fool, but how could anyone think it wrong |
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To wait, or hesitate from pushing you away, |
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If you'd stay? |
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And she keeps sketching her dreams |
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From the back of her mind into the souls of machines |
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An audience breathes the troubles she's trying to forget |
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And these scenes, obviously |
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Though I don't know what they said |
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Somehow I know what they mean |
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But how can |
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I trust the bridge if |
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I didn't build it? |
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The constellations falling slowly from the sky |
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With blurry edges through the tears that fill your eyes |
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You'd like to catch them, but you're too afraid to try, ' |
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Cause it might be worth the effort |
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But it's just not worth the time |
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Mrs. Ruston, life resides inside of the grey |
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And every step reminds me what you said |
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About losing touch with those you love |
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And giving yourself away |
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Every day |
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And she keeps sketching her dreams |
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From the back of her mind into the souls of machines |
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An audience breathes the troubles she's trying to forget |
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And these scenes, obviously |
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Though I don't know what they said |
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Somehow I know what they mean |
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But how can |
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I trust the bridge if |
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I didn't build it? |
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When she keeps quiet and clean, |
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Despite the impact, in fact it's all that she needs |
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As an ambulance screams a choir to silence the regrets, |
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This one dream, evidently, |
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Was like a flashback trip that was stealing the scene |
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But how can |
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I trust the bridge if |
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I didn't build it? |