There are no more bridges left to burn
No doors left un-opened
No pages unturned
All the streets we walked on
Are now shattered
Nothing's left
But broken windows
All the letters that we wrote
Are now smugded
There is rain in the window sill
There are tears in my bed
And our song is in my head
But there is no turning back
No turning back
To what we had before
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