| I lost my job in Saginaw working on the railroad
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| After twenty years they just put me on the side
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| Now I’m hungry in the street with no place to hang my hat
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| And nothin' but an empty dream to ride
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| But under the bridge, I can make believe I’m living in a castle
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| Under the bridge, my baby and me
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| And I can pretend that I’m a king and this is my kingdom
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| Under the bridge making believe
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| Hey, the doors are always open to any old weary traveler
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| And you’ll find some great grub feedin' here below
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| Any old bridge can be a palace, call it what you want to
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| It’s a place to be when you got no place to go
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| Under the bridge, I can make believe I’m living in a castle
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| Under the bridge, my baby and me
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| And I can pretend I’m a king, this is my kingdom
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| Under the bridge making believe
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| Hey, under the bridge making believe |