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GmWell it was Dyoyo, I supFpose,
I play like Gmfashion comes and Edimgoes.
I can't Dset my mind on D/Fyou. D
GmYes I lDied about those lFovers,
that they were Gmjust some kind of cEdimover
for the nDights we used to D/FshareD.
I've Dseen tAhis Gmwater aD lot bAefore,
still I cross it once more.
I sGmhook the hand of the bDoatman
who would Ftake me F#dimback along the Gmbridges IF burnt
Edimthe bridges I burnt
Dthe bridges I burnt by D/Fnow D
There are taking bets,
living all around our bed,
for I can't see my thoughts on you.
And I reduced them to a scratch.
You know, just some pre-fucked-up match
for the nights we used to share.
But I don't believe I care.
I shook the hand of the boatman
who would take me back along the bridges I burnt
the bridges I burnt
the bridges I burnt by now
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