| I painted my name on a bridge today
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| In black and white and red and grey
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| You know it’s really not far away
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| From the banks of the river
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| Where the president used to play
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| I put it high above the rocks below
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| It’s sheltered from the wind and rain and snow
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| You know the bridge where we used to go
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| Our childish trolls and freaks and giant demons
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| Sunday I hope you might come by
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| On a big white boat with the sails up high
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| Sunday I hope that you’ll be true
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| To all it is I see in you
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| Yet strange enough I’m still in love with you
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| And so it seems there’s work to do
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| I’ve got my bow and arrow and barlow blade
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| Come dawn I want to ride in your brigade
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| Sunday I hope you might come by
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| On a big white horse in the big white sky
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| Sunday I know we’ll reconcile
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| Down by the river we’ll dream awhile
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| Down by the river we’ll sing awhile
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| Down by the river we’ll play awhile
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| Down by the river we’ll cry awhile
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| Down by the river we’ll dance awhile
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| Down by the river just you and I |