Mrs. Ruston, I survived the rest of your life
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Unaware, oblivious, you couldn't be down,
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And now you're given out the combination code
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And they know
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Mrs. Ruston, time retired all the lights
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The electric air expired with the night,
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But you're eyes are deep and cut through me
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Here in the afterglow -
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What a show
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And she keeps sketching her dreams
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From the back of her mind into the souls of machines
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An audience breathes the troubles she's trying to forget
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And these scenes, obviously
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Though I don't know what they said
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Somehow I know what they mean
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But how can I trust the bridge if I didn't build it?
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Mrs. Ruston, he was waiting there all along
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What a fool, but how could anyone think it wrong
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To wait, or hesitate from pushing you away,
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If you'd stay?
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And she keeps sketching her dreams
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From the back of her mind into the souls of machines
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An audience breathes the troubles she's trying to forget
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And these scenes, obviously
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Though I don't know what they said
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Somehow I know what they mean
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But how can I trust the bridge if I didn't build it?
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The constellations falling slowly from the sky
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With blurry edges through the tears that fill your eyes
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You'd like to catch them, but you're too afraid to try,
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'Cause it might be worth the effort
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But it's just not worth the time
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Mrs. Ruston, life resides inside of the grey
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And every step reminds me what you said
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About losing touch with those you love
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And giving yourself away
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Every day
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And she keeps sketching her dreams
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From the back of her mind into the souls of machines
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An audience breathes the troubles she's trying to forget
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And these scenes, obviously
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Though I don't know what they said
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Somehow I know what they mean
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But how can I trust the bridge if I didn't build it?
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When she keeps quiet and clean,
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Despite the impact, in fact it's all that she needs
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As an ambulance screams a choir to silence the regrets,
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This one dream, evidently,
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Was like a flashback trip that was stealing the scene
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But how can I trust the bridge if I didn't build it?
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Mrs. Ruston
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The Pink Spiders |