a burning bridge
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staging a traffic jam
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intention stained upon expression
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eyes the sky's darkest clouds
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constipated mountains of condensation
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*at the start there was innocence
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breaks my heart doesn't make no sense just start again thats the recompense just learning to fly
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in a sense
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its innosence
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its my only defense
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on a guilt trip
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and being held hostage
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I'll wrap my heart around you
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I'll wrap my arms around you
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falling down the stairs
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*see this chair see this empty room
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theres my heart theres my open wound 'cause the end always comes too soon just try to get by!
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Staging a Traffic Jam
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| Silverchair |
