It was a day, just like any other day
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I walked alone, through the old town
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But what happened then, would have happened anyway
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The water stopped turning, and time stood still
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What could it be, that set you apart from the people I meet
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Thousands of faces, there’s only one I can see
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A face in the crowd, that’s calling so loud that it hurts me
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Here in this place, you are the face on the bridge
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I nod my head, to the king of Bohemia
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I give my thanks, for she set me free
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Without this girl, I would simply not be here
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Her face on the bridge, made a man of me
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What could it be, that set you apart from the people I meet
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Thousands of faces, there’s only one I can see
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A face in the crowd, that’s calling so loud that it hurts me
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Here in this place you are the face on the bridge
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You offered your hand, you brought me back from the edge
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Here in this place, you are the face on the bridge
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What could it be, that set you apart from the people I meet
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Thousands of faces, there’s only one I can see
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A face in the crowd, that’s calling so loud that it hurts me
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Here in this place, you are the face on the bridge
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You offered your hand, you brought me back from the edge
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Here in this place, you are the face on the bridge
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You are the face on the bridge
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You are the face on the bridge
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You are the face on the bridge |