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lyrics
Well I heard if you head west
There's miles of open oad
Until you hit the edge
Of this land we call home
And if you eve make it
Be sure to give me a call
I'd love to hear what it's like
I don't have the guts to go myself
But if you ty I bet you can find
Why this place, well it beats on us
And maybe that's why we failed
Well it's time to wake up
And Smell the smoke
There's bridges buning
I'm not saying it's your fault
Sometimes bridges burn themselves
The things that you could never be
Will always come back to haunt you
In this almost silence
There's the sound of electricity
Powering light blubs
The rustling of the leaves in the breeze
And the occasional water drop
This is the sound of our sweet nothing
But we can drown it out
With the lighting of matches
We'll bun this fucking house down
And we won't look past what's left
The Wreckage it represents
Bridges burn themselves