| I have crossed a thousand bridges
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| In my search for something real
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| There are great suspension brigdes
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| Made like spider webs of steel
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| There are tiny wooden trestles
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| And there are bridges made of stone
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| I have always been a stranger
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| And I’ve always been alone
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| There’s a bridge to tomorrow
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| There’s a bridge from the past
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| There’s a bridge mad of sorrow
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| That I pray will not last
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| There’s a bridge mad of colors
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| In the sky high above
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| And I think that there must be
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| Bridges made out of love
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| I can see her in the distance
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| On the river’s other shore
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| And her hands reach out longing
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| As my own have done before
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| And I call across to tell him
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| Where I believe the bridge must lie
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| And I’ll find it, yes I’ll find it
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| If I search until I die
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| When the bridge is between us
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| We’ll have nothing to say
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| We will run through the Sun light
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| And I’ll meet him halfway
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| There’s a bridge made of colors
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| In the sky high above
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| And I’m certain that somewhere
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| There’s a bridge made of love |