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A Little Bridge
I’m deafened by the lack of music – There’s nothing on the air The way things are but I didn’t choose it The cupboards in the cellar are bare When you gonna get yourself together? When you gonna learn to trust the flow? The wind has got me goin’ round in a circle Confusion is the Everyman’s woe Sound and fury – power and glory And a little bridge between giant waves This is how we end the story – Lookin’ for a human race to save I came upon a bend in the river I hid my fortune in a mask The tribe of your glory will someday wither And you won’t even have to ask Sound and fury – power and glory – A little bridge between giant waves This is how we end the story – Lookin’ for a human race to save I’m deafened by the lack of music – There’s nothing on the air The way it is but I didn’t choose it The cupboards in the cellar are bare I came upon a bend in the river I hid my fortune in a mask The tribes of your glory will someday wither And you won’t have to ask No you won’t even have to ask Sound and fury – power and glory – A little bridge between giant waves This is how we end the story – Lookin’ for a human race to save
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