| I’m going to the bridge tonight
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| Venus shines so ever bright
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| Deep in the woods under the stars
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| How did I come to get this far?
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| Have this feeling… what will I find
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| Around the corner of my mind?
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| A thousand trees of creeping sin
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| Dead leaves blowing in the wind
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| I’m whistling an old melody
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| To keep the beast away from me
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| I hear the call of croaking frogs
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| Answering me lost in the fog
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| I tell myself, everything’s fine
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| Here in these woods, for the first time
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| Uh, ohh!
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| Out in the dark, a shadow sound
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| Fear to look, but turn around
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| I realize I’m face to face
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| Two yellow eyes, an evil gaze
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| Ugly blood hound, no wagging tail
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| How long has he been on my trail?
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| Down to the bridge, he’s leading me
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| What is it he wants me to see?
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| Uh, ohh!
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| Already we’ve arrived, Here I am
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| There’s the bridge, Where’s the man, What a scam!
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| That story 'bout the bridge isn’t true
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| I’m enjoying myself, what a view!
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| They say the bridge is not what it is |