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Bridge


I’ve climbed this bridge a thousand times I’ve been to hell and back I’ve walked through fire willingly And I’ve turned myself into a monster I’ve been to hell and back I’ve sipped tea with Lucifer himself He’s turned me into a monster Yet he’s loved me more than anyone else I’ve sipped tea with Lucifer himself He’s quite the host might I say He loves me more than anyone else Call me cursed but I am saved My friend Lucifer is really quite the host We call each other by first name I am not cursed, I am saved And I’ve found beauty in myself through the devil’s eyes He calls me by my first name Well that’s what lovers do The devil thinks I’m beautiful Look at what this bridge can do Lovers do what lovers do And I’ve walked through fire willingly Look at what this bridge can do When you’ve climbed this bridge a thousand times
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