How many rivers must we cross before we learn that the flood is rising high
And the bridges all have burned
Each time another dream is washed into the sea
It's another piece of you
It's another piece of me. (Anastacia)

How many rivers must we cross before we learn that the flood is rising high And the bridges all have burned Each time another dream is washed into the sea It's another piece of you It's another piece of me.

Anastacia

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