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BRIDGET ON THE BUS
Every morning I see Bridget on the bus Wrack my brain for clever things we can discuss I can feel something growing between us Every day when I see Bridget on the bus
Bridget has a forgettable face I will take with me to the grave What she’s going through I’m seeing ‘Cause she can’t keep her feelings From her face, from her eyes Like a child she can’t hide What’s been going on inside
Bridge’s gone, but she’s not very far Saved her money and she bought a car Now she’s just another driver And no one sits beside her On her way down the road To the places that she goes She is going there alone
Every morning I see Bridget from the bus I remember all the things we would discuss I can feel the distance growing between us Every day when I see Bridget from the bus |
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Copyright Rodan Music. All Rights Reserved. Reprinted with permission. |
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