| Cross the bridge, go downtown
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| Then cross your heart, and you will find
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| A story never told a reason to grow old…
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| Still don´t know is this for real
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| Still my heart can always heal
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| Still don´t know is this for real
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| When colours they seem to fade
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| When I´m around
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| Neighbours never reckognize
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| The guy upstairs with no disguise
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| He´s see-through, as it seems
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| But I know he´s in my dreams
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| I wish that I could go with him
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| And feel the strenght he has within
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| And make him understand
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| That I don´t know what is planned
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| Still don´t know is this for real
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| Still my heart can always heal
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| Still don´t know is this for real
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| When colours they seem to fade
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| When I´m around
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| And now I´ve seen his footprints on the ground
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| Across the bridge and down the street in downtown
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| Still don´t know is this for real
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| Still my heart can always heal
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| Still don´t know is this for real
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| When colours they seem to fade when I´m around
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| Across the bridge and down the street in downtown |