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• Artiste: Spirit and Dust
• Titre: Man On a Bridge
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There's a man on the bridge ain't sure what is his, Ain't sure if he's coming or going. he ain't proud of his thoughts in opposing the war And god knows he ain't proud of his showing. But the way things are, these days it would seem he'll never quite know right from wrong. So he stands poised to jump, in his throat there's a lump But in his heart there's a need to hold on. He thinks to himself, should I be someone else? Or should I just be what im knowin'? It's so hard to tell, when everyone else Don't know where the hell they are going. 'Cause the way things are these days it would seem No one ever sings their own song. And so he readys to dive, but then looks deep inside And sees what his heart is a-knowing. I was born with a fire and a need to create And sometimes I really feel I could hate. But that ain't my game and that's not a shame It's just a simple story of fate. But though the lines fine, between right and wrong The answers right there in my heart. And if I follow it, man I will be who I am I won't be a pawn in a game. There's a man on the bridge, ain't sure what is his But he's guessing he's not on his own. he's not likely to jump 'cause his hearts not a lump And his life's not a waste and he knows it. Although he's sad, times will change and one day he'll really know right from wrong. so he steps back to the road, and he looks and he knows that his journey has only begun.