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As I sift through the ashes |
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of bridges burned and broken dreams |
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If I could only find the pieces |
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I'd build a bridge that would bring you back to me |
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I'd build a bridge that would bring you back to me |
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If I could take the past and change it |
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to what I wanted it to be |
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I would mold and I would shape it |
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into a bridge that would bring you back to me |
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I'd build a bridge that would bring you back to me |
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Oh, I'd build a bridge made of love |
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A love so strong |
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that nothing known |
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could ever shake it |
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Oh, I'd build a bridge made of stone |
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and I would stand |
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and defend it |
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And never let it fall |
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Though the walls may be crumbled |
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the cornerstone is planted deep |
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and it will gladly hold the pieces |
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to the bridge that would bring you back to me |
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I'll build a bridge that will bring you back to me |
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Oh, I'll build a bridge made of love |
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a love so strong |
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nothing known |
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could ever shake it, yeah |
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Oh, I'll build a bridge made of stone |
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and I will stand |
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and defend it, yeah |
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Oh, I'll build a bridge made of love |
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a love so strong |
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nothing known |
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could ever shake it, yeah |
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Oh, I'll build a bridge mad of stone |
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and I will stand |
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and I'll defend it, yeah |
