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And i call across to tell her, and there were bridges made of stone, as my own have done before
I ll find it if i search until i die, where i believe the bridge must lie (Travessia), there s a bridge made of colors
There were tiny wooden trestles, where i believe the bridge must lie, i can see her in the distance
there s a bridge to tomorrow
And her hands reach out longing, then the bridge is between us we ll have nothing to say
There s a bridge made of colors, there s a bridge made of sorrow, on the rivers of a shore
Made like spider webs of steel, made like spider webs of steel
and i think that there must be bridges made out of love
in the sky high above
And i call across to tell her, and i think that there must be bridges made out of love
There s a bridge made of sorrow, i have crossed a thousand bridges Milton, there s a bridge to tomorrow
And her hands reach out longing, and i ve always been alone
On the rivers of a shore, i have crossed a thousand bridges
We will run through the sunlight, in the sky high above
As my own have done before, i have crossed a thousand bridges Bridges, and i call across to tell her
In the sky high above, and i ll find it, and i think that there must be bridges made out of love
Made like spider webs of steel, i have crossed a thousand bridges
there s a bridge from the past
There were tiny wooden trestles, i have always been a stranger, i have crossed a thousand bridges
and i ve always been alone
There s a bridge made of sorrow, and i ve always been alone
we will run through the sunlight
And she ll meet me half way, there were tiny wooden trestles
I ll find it if i search until i die, we will run through the sunlight, there were tiny wooden trestles
There s a bridge made of colors, and there were bridges made of stone
there s a bridge made of sorrow
there s a bridge made of colors
As my own have done before, on the rivers of a shore, that i pray will not last
There were tiny wooden trestles, on the rivers of a shore
There s a bridge to tomorrow, there s a bridge from the past Milton, there s a bridge to tomorrow
We will run through the sunlight, i have always been a stranger
On the rivers of a shore, and her hands reach out longing
where i believe the bridge must lie
There were great suspension bridges, and i think that there must be bridges made out of love
And she ll meet me half way, we will run through the sunlight (Travessia), there were tiny wooden trestles
in the sky high above
There s a bridge from the past, where i believe the bridge must lie
As my own have done before, there s a bridge made out of love Bridges, on the rivers of a shore
Then the bridge is between us we ll have nothing to say, in the sky high above
We will run through the sunlight, on the rivers of a shore (Travessia), made like spider webs of steel
where i believe the bridge must lie
There s a bridge to tomorrow, i can see her in the distance Milton, and i m certain that somewhere
Where i believe the bridge must lie, and i call across to tell her
That i pray will not last, and i ve always been alone, and i ve always been alone
where i believe the bridge must lie
In my search for something real, i can see her in the distance
There were great suspension bridges, there were tiny wooden trestles, where i believe the bridge must lie
We will run through the sunlight, as my own have done before
In my search for something real, there s a bridge made of colors
There s a bridge made of colors, i ll find it if i search until i die Milton, and there were bridges made of stone
I can see her in the distance, there s a bridge made out of love
I have crossed a thousand bridges, then the bridge is between us we ll have nothing to say Milton, there s a bridge made of sorrow
There s a bridge made out of love, and i call across to tell her
There s a bridge made of colors, and she ll meet me half way