Bruce Springsteen:Backstreets

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Artist: Bruce Springsteen
Albums: Born To Run (1975)

One soft infested summer

Me and Terry became friends

Trying in vain to breathe

The fire we born in

Catching rides to the outskirts

Tying faith between our teeth

Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house

Getting wasted in the heat

And hiding on the backstreets

Hiding on the backstreets

With a love so hard and filled with defeat

Running for our lives at night on them backstreets

Slow dancing in the dark

On the beach at Stockton's Wing

Where desperate lovers park

We sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings

Huddled in our cars

Waiting for the bells that ring

In the deep heart of the night

We let lose of everything

To go running on the backstreets

Running on the backstreets

Terry you swore we'd live forever

Taking it on them backstreets together

Endless juke joints and Valentino drag

Where famous dancers scraped the tears

Up off the street dressed down in rags

Running into the darkness

Some hurt bad some really dying

At night sometimes it seemed

You could hear the whole damn city crying

Blame it on the lies that killed us

Blame it on the truth that ran us down

You can blame it all on me Terry

It don't matter to me now

When the breakdown hit at midnight

There was nothing left to say

But I hated him

And I hated you when you went away

Laying here in the dark

You're like an angel on my chest

Just another tramp of hearts

Crying tears of faithlessness

Remember all the movies, Terry

We'd go see

Trying to learn to walk like the heroes

We thought we had to be

Well after all this time

To find we're just like all the rest

Stranded in the park

And forced to confess

To hiding on the backstreets

Hiding on the backstreets

Where we swore forever friends

On the backstreets until the end

Hiding on the backstreets

Hiding on the backstreets...