| Is there always gonna be one more bridge to cross?
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| Is there always gonna be one more bridge to cross?
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| Just like the wind finds a resting place
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| Somewhere in the busom of the land
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| Sowing his rich by the hands of the wise
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| And peace should come to every man
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| Just when he thinks he can lay down and roll
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| He’s seen the place he’s looking for coming up the road
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| Oh, is there always gonna be one more bridge to cross?
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| Always one more bridge
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| Is there always gonna be one more bridge to cross?
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| Now I don’t wanna sing that same old song
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| I want a new tune that we can all sing along
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| We made new maps, but we didn’t change the signs
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| Still say «This is yours and this over here is mine»
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| Like a little ol' man sitting on a bench
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| He says he rides for freedom, but he can’t cross the fence
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| Is there always gonna be one more bridge to cross?
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| Oh, oh, oh one more
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| They say I got one more
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| Oh, when you get up over here, you’ll find one more
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| When you get around the bend, you see one more
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| Almost made it, one more
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| You’re so, so close
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| One more, but you’re almost made it
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| You think you made it, made it at last
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| Just take a look and you’ll see 99 and a half
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| Is there always gonna be one more bridge to cross?
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| Is there always gonna be one more bridge to cross? |