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There's no bridge
where tears don't dry
to cross over
where I like to cry..
Things there aren't fair
where young girls play
on cold nights
in the midnight air
On empty streets
where no one goes
the bridge smiles
to the lonely souls
So going back
is a lonely road
but up all night
is being bold
Just keep a singing
on the country bridge
where young girls dream
that love is real..
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