Bridge To CrossHands on the wheelAll is straight aheadLeft behindSecond guessing all that I once saidI once saidI once saidMy spirit is bent and there's blood on my handsThe more I'm down, the less I understandOnce so found, now so lostI ask no questions, it's just one more bridge to crossAll is black and whiteWouldn't change even if I couldI'll take what I'm handedWhether it's damned or if it's goodIf it's goodIf it's goodMy spirit is bent and there's blood on my handsThe more I'm down, the less I understandOnce so found, now so lostI ask no questions, it's just one more bridge to crossMy spirit is bent and there's blood on my handsThe more I'm down, the less I understandOnce so found, now so lostI ask no questions, it's just one more bridge to crossI ask no questions, it's just one more bridge to crossI ask no questions, it's just one more bridge to cross
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