Your bridges burn so very bright
Retina burn in the clear black night

Say “when”

Your bridges burn so very bright
Pedal to the metal, hold on tight

Say “when”

The lawns that looked so green from across the way
Have been scorched brown
Don't look down

Nostalgia chokes you as you sing the old refrain
Can't stand the sound
Don't look down

It gnaws at your skull
Your senses dull
It sears your throat
Always gets your vote

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