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I lost my job in Saginaw working on the railroad |
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After twenty years they just put me on the side |
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Now I'm hungry in the street with no place to hang my hat |
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And nothin' but an empty dream to ride |
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But under the bridge, I can make believe I'm living in a castle |
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Under the bridge, my baby and me |
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And I can pretend that I'm a king and this is my kingdom |
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Under the bridge making believe |
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Hey, the doors are always open to any old weary traveler |
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And you'll find some great grub feedin' here below |
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Any old bridge can be a palace, call it what you want to |
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It's a place to be when you got no place to go |
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Under the bridge, I can make believe I'm living in a castle |
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Under the bridge, my baby and me |
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And I can pretend I'm a king, this is my kingdom |
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Under the bridge making believe |
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Hey, under the bridge making believe |
