t was the bridge she flung herself off i used to see her
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Standing on one side as if too frightened to walk across
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and sometimes stand still and drive some invisible car
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toes on the edge of the pavement
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To steer her clear of the car that hit her on the way down
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Rubbing asphalt in her wounds
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A love that won't die only tortures nothing else no comfort no future brakes a fair-few up
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If there is a god someone wake him up and tell him to sort it out
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Tell him to sort it out
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Command of cars you drive
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He sits and stares at the road
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White lines blur into black
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Until he sees nothing else
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He tried to cope with her loss
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By forgetting who he was
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But he'd never forget her face
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I saw him make the first move
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To follow her all the way down
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the wire for the last time
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He dreamt he'd taken a dive
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and called her on the way down
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And now he can sleep at night
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He still has a lock of her hair
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He gave her a lock of his own
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He clenches it tight in his hand
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Command of cars you drive
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In Command of Cars
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