I built a bridge
Out of flesh and bone
But when I got over
No one was home
I built a bridge
Out of longing and desire
But when I got over
I was so tired
I built a bridge
out of dreams and magic
But when I got over
My mind was erratic
I built a bridge
Out of a will to live
And when I got over
I wanted to die
So I built a bridge
To simply cross over
And when I got over
I stopped building bridges
Now I build towers
Into the sky
They keep going up
Forever higher
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