On the bridge made of stone
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Stands a man all alone
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The bridge was his motivation
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It worked him to the bone
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With every nail that he drove, it drove him farther from his own
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In his punishing isolation, but the bridge just feels like home
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She didn't feel quite the same
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She despised the bridge and who he became
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She left in devastation
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She left him there in shame
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He said, "I don't understand, this was not part of the plan..."
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But it got lost in the translation
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Like a castle made of sand
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In all the years he's spent struggling
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He's been haunted at every turn
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He fights the fear as he's growing old
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And reminds us in all the he's learned
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That we build and burn
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Burn!
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Burn!
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Burn!
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Burn!
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Here I am all alone
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On that bridge made of stone
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With smothering motivation, I'm working to the bone
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In the end it's what I've known
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It's what I hate, but have to show
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The bridge is my dedication; the bridge just feels like home
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In all the years I've been struggling
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I've been haunted at every turn
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I the fear as I'm growing old
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And remembering all that I've learned
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That we build and burn
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In all the years he's spent struggling
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He's been haunted at every turn
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(We'll build and burn)
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He fights the fear as he's growing old
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And reminds us in all the he's learned
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That we build and burn
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Burn!
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Burn!
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Burn!
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The Bridge
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| The Loved Ones |
