Down there in the ashes
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There's gold and silver too
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Dear sister, I try to share with you
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Smug, you said
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Take your spoils away
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And you broke the bridge on your side
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You wither my troubles
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And all I dream to do
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With half-smiles
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Until I scream at you
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Man, you said
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That's how you repay
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But you broke the bridge on your side
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And where am I
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As I swallow your tears
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And the prince with the slipper appears
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Do you hack at your heel
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Do I try not to feel
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I fail with my anger
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And with my sympathy
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I tremble, so little left for me
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Harsh, you said
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Now you walk away
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But I left the gold for you to find
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When you broke the bridge on your side.
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The Bridge
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| Jane Siberry |
