We built bridges, burned them all
We built bridges, burned them all , Poured whiskey on our first grave. You called me blood, I called you flame. Now we meet where there's no way, Where gaze is rusted, And soul worn thin. Two cursed souls, By roads we've chosen. Only one survives, When desert closes in. It's just dust between brothers, And if you don't surrender...
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