| Seems like I walked all night but
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| I can’t really, really remember
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| I’m sure I finished the project
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| In vivid bright colours
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| A house made of laughter
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| With a roof that’s made of dreams
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| And that’s what I sound like
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| And bitters to believe in
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| For the first time in days
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| I’m sure I put race with
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| The fears and the sorrows
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| This bridge is strong enough
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| To carry us all
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| The wind blows, the sun shines
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| No anger at all
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| This bridge is strong enough
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| To carry us all
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| The wind blows, the sun shines
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| No anger at all
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| House made of laughter
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| With a roof that’s made of dreams
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| A house made of laughter
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| With a roof that’s made of dreams
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| And to the myth this time has brought us
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| Let’s kill this martyr
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| Which keeps me together and
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| The winter remain is a hacksaw forever
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| This bridge is strong enough (…)
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| And sure I’m a part of the race
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| Ripped feel inside in sorrows
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| And even if the sky is borrowed
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| The winter remain is a hacksaw forever
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| This bridge is strong enough (…)
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| A house made of laughter
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| With a roof that’s made of dreams
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| A house made of laughter
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| With a roof that’s made of dreams |