Buildings and bridges
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are made to bend in the wind
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to withstand the world,
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that's what it takes
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All that steel and stone
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is no match for the air, my friend
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what doesn't bend breaks
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what doesn't bend breaks
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we are made to bleed
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and scab and heal and bleed again
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and turn every scar into a joke
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we are made to fight
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and fuck and talk and fight again
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and sit around and laugh until we choke
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sit around and laugh until we choke
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I don't know who you were expecting
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probably some bitch who does not budge
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with eyes the size of snow
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I may get pissed off sometimes
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but you seem like the type to hold a grudge
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and in the end, I just let go...
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Buildings and bridges
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are made to bend in the wind
|
to withstand the world,
|
that's what it takes
|
All that steel and stone
|
is no match for the air, my friend
|
what doesn't bend breaks
|
what doesn't bend breaks
|
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Buildings And Bridges
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| Ani DiFranco |
