| Built our bridge on solid ground
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| It got fragile over the years
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| Time and rain have left their marks on it
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| It’s not burned down
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| It’s still here
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| And as I write these lines
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| I see how we ended up like this
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| I’m sending you away
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| You’re watching over me
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| All the words I kept inside
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| Now I write myself to sleep
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| I’m bidding you farewell
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| Our last goodbye
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| All the words I kept inside
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| Now I write myself to sleep
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| There were days we had no field of view
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| We couldn’t cross, too dangerous
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| After the storm the sun was up again
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| It’s not burned down
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| It’s still here
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| And as I write these lines
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| I see how we ended up like this
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| I’m sending you away
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| You’re watching over me
|
| All the words I kept inside
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| Now I write myself to sleep
|
| I’m bidding you farewell
|
| Our last goodbye
|
| All the words I kept inside
|
| Now I write myself to sleep
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| It’s not burned down
|
| It’s still here
|
| And as I write these lines
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| I see how we ended up like this
|
| I’m sending you away
|
| You’re watching over me
|
| All the words I kept inside
|
| Now I write myself to sleep
|
| I’m bidding you farewell
|
| Our last goodbye
|
| All the words I kept inside
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| Now I write myself to sleep |