It's a far flung dream to die in, we can't wake up
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and the scars we leave behind us
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aren't enough to somehow free us
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And the tragedy between us
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is a mountain we can't climb, together
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We keep getting lost inside the rhyme
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Just don't burn the brides that you pass...
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This is not the ending, just a start
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Cause I burn
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Everything's something, yet your not above me
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I'm under here bubbling, sweet the explosion sing
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Witness the bitterness, shatter the beginning bliss
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Only thing left to achieve is a reason to be free
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Burn the brides and try to tie the lies together
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In verses of worship and pain, all that remains
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You don't own me, died in a dream
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You don't own me, or who I'm supposed to be
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This reality, sobriety can leave you blind
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Your insincerity can burn the bridge
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you leave behind
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Burn The Bridge
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Mushroomhead |