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Welcome to the Bridge & Crown Because we're no farther down There's a calm in the atmosphere Only four types of patients here Exacting, philosophical, indifferent, or hysterical We seek relief The common complaint If you have a ring complete Of ebon intaglio Of quick Hermes And his winged hat You can enter entirely Retire in the aftermath So sing what you're feeling And be surprised when the results arrive Plan the way you want to wait it out As you are A doctor killed my father So excuse me if I ride this out alone Everybody knows only the end can claim Ultimate success Everybody knows We're holding on to little dreams To drive our bodies all down the line Letras de cancionesTill there's nothing left Everybody knows We're holding on to little dreams To drive our bodies all down the line Till there's nothing left But the Bridge & Crown From Letras Mania