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We turn to the street the pavements our water. (sing) Oh-no The night is still young and calling it old is so cruel Advantage is gone from our lover's faces turned stern. Oh-no But may the sunrise give us rest from our shaking. Well we're burning bridges so early, early. We're burning bridges so early, early. We're burning bridges so early, early. Don't let the salt-water fill the back of our lungs Aus Songtexte Mania