| As I sift through the ashes
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| Of bridges burned and broken dreams
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| If I could only find the pieces
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| I’d build a bridge that would bring you back to me
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| I’d build a bridge that would bring you back to me
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| If I could take the past and change it
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| To what I wanted it to be
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| I would mold and I would shape it
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| Into a bridge that would bring you back to me
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| I’d build a bridge that would bring you back to me
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| Oh, I’d build a bridge made of love
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| A love so strong
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| That nothing known
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| Could ever shake it
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| Oh, I’d build a bridge made of stone
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| And I would stand
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| And defend it
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| And never let it fall
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| Though the walls may be crumbled
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| The cornerstone is planted deep
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| And it will gladly hold the pieces
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| To the bridge that would bring you back to me
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| I’ll build a bridge that will bring you back to me
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| Oh, I’ll build a bridge made of love
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| A love so strong
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| Nothing known
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| Could ever shake it, yeah
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| Oh, I’ll build a bridge made of stone
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| And I will stand
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| And defend it, yeah
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| Oh, I’ll build a bridge made of love
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| A love so strong
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| Nothing known
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| Could ever shake it, yeah
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| Oh, I’ll build a bridge mad of stone
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| And I will stand
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| And I’ll defend it, yeah |