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I sit on the edge of the magic bridge |
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Overlooking all of the carnage |
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Your innocence is my tourniquet |
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And I am still a masochist |
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When will this all be over? |
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We'll never be together |
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Why does the fire illuminate our future sorrow? |
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I see a reflection down below |
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Outline of a girl I hardly know |
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I throw a rock right at her face |
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Let the water take her place |
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When will this all be over? |
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We'll never be together |
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Why does the water saturate the dawn with sarcasm? |
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I feel the sun beating down on me |
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A scarlet dose of reality |
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Your shade not enough to save my skin |
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The burn a scar from my wicked sin |
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When will this all be over? |
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We'll never be together |
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Why does the scar seem worth what will become of us in the end |