| 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
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| It drove him farther from his own
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| He’s punishing isolation
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| But the bridge just feels like home
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| (Home, home, 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
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| This is not part of your 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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| Oh, 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 that he’s learned that we build and burn
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| (Burn, burn, 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
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| 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 I have to show
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| The bridge is my dedication
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| The bridge just feels like home
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| Yeah, the bridge just feels like home, yeah, yeah
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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 fight the fear as I’m growing old
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| And remember in all that I’ve learned that we build and burn
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| All the years he’s been struggling
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| He’s been haunted at every turn
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| (That we build and burn)
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| He fights the fear as he’s growing old
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| Remind us in all that he’s learned that we build and burn
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| (Burn, burn, burn) |