As i walked on to kendall square,
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and crossed the river basin there,
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the charles was black, the sky was blue,
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the view was old, the bridge was new.
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and past the flow's constricted mouth,
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commercial lines flowed mostly south,
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or east across a boundless sea,
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where rising soon, the star would be.
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the tides are moved by sun and moon.
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the spring will last from march to june.
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the red line train will pass behind,
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as long as bridge joins stream and sky.
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and from that point where i did stand,
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i wondered at the works of man.
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i wondered how this walk began,
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'til red line train came round again.
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but it's not the time to ossify.
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it's not the end of wondering why.
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it's not in your faith or your apostasy.
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it's not the end of history.
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as i can take, so i could give,
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if i could shop where i could live.
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as i can read, so i'd write books,
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if i could eat where i could cook
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where talkers have a place to meet,
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where walkers walk along the street,
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and subways travel paths well hid,
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and ferries take you off the grid.
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and it's not the time to ossify.
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not the end of wondering why.
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not in your faith or your apostasy.
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not the end of... predicatble waves of historicity,
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nostalgia for gas-lit time i'll never ever see,
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futurians manifest, internationalists.
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connected are the promenades and waterways
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the living waves of harbor nights and city days.
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and where is the builder?
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was there something missed?
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hidden in the plans to the bridge that started this? (hey hey)
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but it's not the time to ossify.
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it's not the end of wondering why.
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it's not in your faith or your apostasy.
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it's not the end of history.
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as i walked on to founders' square,
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and crossed the river basin there,
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the passaic was grey, the sky was blue,
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the bridge was old, the view was new.
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and from that point where i did stand,
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i wondered at the builder's plan.
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i wondered how this walk would end.
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'til path train came around again.
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and it's not the time to ossify.
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it's not the end of wondering why.
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it's not in your faith or your apostasy.
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it's not the end of history.
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Bridges, Squares
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| Ted Leo & The Pharmacists |
