| There’s a boy on the bridge
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| And he’s looking ahead with confusion in his eyes
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| There’s a man on the ridge
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| Who is laughing out loud, heavily in disguise
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| There’s a girl on the lake
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| Reflecting her thoughts
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| Which she kisses away with sighs
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| What would you do in this boy’s place
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| Move on or compromise?
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| Freedom of choice is a hell of a burden
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| Maybe living for kicks is wise
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| There’s a town far below
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| That is calling him home
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| Where his friends got bored and laid
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| There’s a hill up ahead
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| With a mountain behind
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| With a pub that is barren and frayed
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| What would you do in this boy’s place
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| Move on or compromise?
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| Freedom of choice is a hell of a burden
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| Maybe living for kicks is wise
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| 'Cause he wants to be free
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| But is frighten to be alone
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| 'Cause he wants to be free
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| But is frighten to be alone
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| 'Cause he wants to be free
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| But is frighten to be alone |