| So you’ve come to this bridge
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| In an unfamiliar land
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| You know it’s a bridge you are going to walk on
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| And the only thing you know is
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| Everything you know
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| Will do you no good from here on
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| And the day that you spin
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| From your little cocoon
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| Well, you can’t be prepared
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| For the beauty you’ll find there
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| And you will find beauty
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| In the toughest of places
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| And I will be thinking of you out there
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| So pick up your bags
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| Look around at your friends
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| And you know none of them
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| Would ever have enough strength
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| To cross the bridge and lose control
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| I never felt this bold
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| Never felt this good
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| And the day that you spin
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| From your little cocoon
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| Well, you can’t be prepared
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| For the beauty you’ll find there
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| And you will find beauty
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| In the toughest of places
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| And I will be thinking of you
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| Stay true to your nomad skies
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| Keep your eyes out for coyote
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| A thousand secrets are lost
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| In the archival dust
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| So lay your ears upon the tracks
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| One day you will come back
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| With wrinkled hands and grey hair
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| And there you will stand on the spot |
| And you’ll marvel how the place is still the same
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| Though you are somebody else now
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| Fly on butterfly
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| And the day that you spin
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| From your little cocoon
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| Well, you can’t be prepared
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| For the beauty you’ll find there
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| And you will find beauty
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| In the toughest of places
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| And I will be thinking of you out there |