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You got to taste sometimes don't you? |
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Of that tender kind of connection |
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That reaches deep and holds you, |
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By the bones it fills you up |
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But do you get enough? |
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I need a bridge in the city of rivers |
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I need a bridge to run across with my face wide open |
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Nothing held back in my heart |
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It could be wide enough for two |
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It could be wide enough for you |
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On the other side |
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So hard to say what is out there |
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In confusion impossibly clear |
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I have a wanting ache |
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And you have the steady gaze of a snake |
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I need a bridge in the city of rivers |
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I need a bridge to run across with my face wide open |
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Nothing held back in my heart |
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It could be wide enough for two |
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It could be wide enough for you |
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I will be waiting for you |
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On the other side |
