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Burning Bridges

Garth Brooks

Yesterday she thanked me
For oiling that front door.
This morning when she wakes
She won't be thankful anymore.

She'll never know how much I cared
Just that I couldn't stay;
And I'll never know the reason
Why I always run away.

Burning bridges one by one...
What I'm doing can't be undone.
And I'm always hoping someday,
I'm gonna stop this running around.
But every time the chance comes up
Another bridge goes down.

Last night we talked of old times,
Families and home towns.
She wondered if we'd both agree
On where we'd settle down.

And I told her that we'd cross that bridge
Whenever it arrived.
Now through the flames I see her,
Standing on the other side.


Like ashes on the water
I drift away in sorrow,
Knowing that the day
My lesson's finally learned.

I'll be standing at a river,
Staring out across tomorrow.
And the bridge I need to get there,
Will be a bridge that I have burned.


Another bridge goes down.

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