| Little man, Where'd you go?
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| What’d you do? |
| In a flash
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| Fingerprints, All that’s left
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| On your way, Key in hand
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| Go set the world on fire with your big ideas
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| Say it good and loud for them all to hear
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| And Lord have mercy on those virgin ears
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| And don’t you forget this
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| With every bridge you burn
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| With every lesson you unlearn
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| You can always find your way back home
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| And when it’s all confused
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| You’re overwhelmed and underused
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| Set your compass to the northern star
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| And find your way back home
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| Little girl, All grown up
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| So you think, In a whirl
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| Faded pink, All that’s left
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| On your way, Swim or sink
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| Go set the world on fire with your courage and grace
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| Find your own way to your special place
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| And lord show some mercy on those who get in your way
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| And don’t you forget this
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| Through the crack in the concrete
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| Through the grit in your eye
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| Through the dirt on the window
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| Try to find your light in the sky
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| In the dead of morning
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| In the still of night
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| The place that you come from
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| Is always in sight
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| BRIDGE |