love and this heart's been burned Burnin' bridges behind me You can follow me down but it's plain to see I'm a victim of the burn and it's third degree
Translation: Survivor. Burning Bridges.
hear me cry Rather ya ears is ready or not I know you can hear me now like Mary J. Blige I will take the shit I will burn yo' bridges and I ain't talkin
You know you really take my breath away (VERSE 3) This fever can burn you alive If you lose your feet or the will to survive This fever can burn you alive now alright (BRIDGE
comes natural Must survive any how you have to Despair, Desperation But I have no fear When I hold This Spear [Intermission] [Jr. Gong - Bridge
reminded how much you've made me Believe in the love that survives You know we must believe in the love that survives Lessons learned are like bridges burned
my bridge are burning Almost burning down All my bridge are burning Burning to the ground Burning down Burning down All my bridge are burning Almost burning
This Day Sensors Heat Infrared Fleet Mechanized Oppenents There Is No Retreat Crush Seize Burn Kill Leave No One Alive Let No One Survive Mortification
down where it's winding 'Cause somewhere up ahead your light's still shining The sound of the silver strings will guide me I've stood and watched the bridges burn
yourself it meant something, used to mean a lot to me. something died, just the pain survived. when i got tired of crying i dried my eyes. burn the bridges
1) Somehow my life turned out to be more than I thought I deserved (oh whoa) living a life of luxury oooh there's a few bridges I've had to burn (bridge
of a runaway train Strong enough to hold Steel bridges, steel bridges won't burn Baby, steel bridges, steel bridges won't burn They won't burn Steel bridges won't burn, they won't burn
's only there for the takings son Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son We drunk all that shit, hey yo! 44th Side convention, Queens connection the Bridge
and daughters Names of their fathers and sons Stolen away with no warning, never to ever return On el Rio del Muerto, All the bridges are burned
frozen with ice In the distance an engine was keeping good time The steam whistle moaned just twice Down in the cut past the old Tressel bridge Twelve
time, on Forty Second Street! They burned the churches in Harlem, Like in that Spanish Civil War. The flames were everywhere, But no one really cared! It always burned
I survived I'm alive I spread the fever To watch u burn Killed your leaders To help u learn I survived I'm alive LIE.
gaze from the shadows are burning me slowly Hunted I search for my way through the dreamscape and it's feel so real Will I survive? I have to wake
