Track 7 of _Misplaced Childhood_ A love song with no validity. Pretend you never meant that much to me. Numb, a vallium child, bored by meaningless collisions. A lonely stretch of headlight, diamonds trapped in black ice. A mirror cracked along the white lines. I just wanted you to be the first one. I just wanted you to be the first one. Ashes are burning, burning. Ashes are burning, burning. A lifestyle with no simplicities. But I'm not asking for your sympathies. Talk, we never could talk, distanced by all that was between us. A lord of the backstage, a creature of language, I'm so far out and I'm too far in. I just wanted you to be the first one. I just wanted you to be the first one. Bridges are burning, burning. Bridges are burning, burning. Now, now, now, now
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