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American Skin (41 Shots) `Bruce Springsteen`

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American Land `Bruce Springsteen`

What is this land of America so many travel there I'm going now while I'm still young my darling meet me there Wish me luck my lovely I'll send for you when I can And we'll make our home in the American

American Beauty `Bruce Springsteen`

Everything in your shadow turns to vapor You pierce my heart like it was paper Radio's crackling with the headlines Sun upon your shoulder, wind's in the phone line American beauty will you be mine Out

Let's Be Friends (Skin to Skin) `Bruce Springsteen`

Bruce Springsteen - Let's Be Friends (Skin To Skin) I been watchin' you a long time Trying to figure out where and when We been moving down that same line The time is now maybe we could get skin to

Lost In The Flood `Bruce Springsteen`

That pure American brother Dull eyed and empty faced Races Sundays in Jersey, in a Chevy stock super eight He rides 'er low on the hip On the side he's got "Bound for Glory" In red, white and blue

Lift Me Up `Bruce Springsteen`

darling Lift me up, and I′ll fall with you lift me up Let your love lift me up When the morning bright Lifts away this night In the light above We will find our love, we will find our love Your skin

Worlds Apart `Bruce Springsteen`

Bruce Springsteen - Worlds Apart I hold you in my arms, that's when it starts I seek faith in you kiss, and comfort in your heart I taste the seed upon your lips, lay my tongue upon your scars But

TV MOVIE `Bruce Springsteen`

I woke up last night shaking from a dream Fot in that dream I died My wife rolled over and told me That my life would be immortalized Not in some major motion picture Or great American novel, you

Trouble River `Bruce Springsteen`

seen was smilin' faces Starin' back at me Trouble river Six foot high and risin' Trouble river I can't keep from cryin' Snakes crawling in the house I'm stuck in muddy ground Tonight i'm gonna shed this skin

Radio Nowhere `Bruce Springsteen`

I was trying to find my way home But all I heard was a drone Bouncin' off a satellite Crushing the last long American night This is radio nowhere Is there anybody alive out there This is radio

Born to Run `Bruce Springsteen`

Born to Run In the day we sweat it out in the streets Of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory In suicide machines Sprung from cages out on Highway 9 Chrome wheeled

streets of philadelphia `bruce springsteen`

whispering as the rain On the streets of Philadelphia Ain't no angel gonna greet me It's just you and I my friend And my clothes don't fit me no more I walked a thousand miles just to slip this skin

The Street of Philadelphia `Bruce Springsteen`

and whispering as the rain On the streets of Philadelphia Ain't no angel gonna greet me It's just you and I my friend My clothes don't fit me no more I walked a thousand miles Just to slip this skin

Two Hearts in True Waltz Time `Bruce Springsteen`

her runnin' But the night pushes her deep within the tunnel She camouflages herself in dayglo paint And sings her love songs through a funnel Oh she clings to the walls like a cat who calls The shots

Book Of Dreams `Bruce Springsteen`

You're showin' off your dress There's laughter and a toast From your daddy to the prettiest bride he's ever seen Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams In the darkness my fingers slip across your skin

The Wall `Bruce Springsteen`

year I couldn't find no one to drive me If your eyes could cut through that black stone Tell me would they recognize me For the living, time must be served Life goes on Cigarettes and a bottle of beer Skin

Your Own Worst Enemy `Bruce Springsteen`

Your Own Worst Enemy Bruce Springstee n You can't sleep at night You can't dream your dream Your fingerprint s on file Left clumsily at the scene Your own worst enemy has come to town Your own

Dry Lightning `Bruce Springsteen`

said "ain't nobody gonna give nobody What they really need anyway" Well you get so sick of the fightin' You lose your fear of the end But you can't lose your memory And the sweet smell of your skin

Mary Queen of Arkansas `Bruce Springsteen`

Whose papers are in order But I was not born to live to die And you were not born for queenin' It's not too late to infiltrate The servant's are just leavin' Mary Queen of Arkansas Your white skin

Hunter Of Invisible Game (Feat. Tom Morello) `Bruce Springsteen`

valley where the beast has his throne I sing my song and I sharpen my blade Honey, I'm the hunter of invisible game Strength is vanity and time is illusion I feel you breathing, the rest is confusion Your skin

JungleLand `Bruce Springsteen`

city, two hearts beat Soul engines runnin' through the night So tender in a bedroom locked In whispers of soft refusal And then surrender in the tunnels uptown The Rat's own dream guns him down As shots

Galveston Bay `Bruce Springsteen`

want 'em out, you got to burn 'em out" And brought in the Texas klan One humid Texas night there were three shadows on the harbor Come to burn the Vietnamese boats into the sea In the fire's light shots

Sinaloa Cowboys `Bruce Springsteen`

methamphetamine You could spend a year in the orchards Or make half as much in one ten hour shift Working for the men from Sinaloa But if you slipped the hydriodic acid Could burn right through your skin

Devil's Arcade `Bruce Springsteen`

Devil`s Arcade Bruce Springstee n Remember the morning we dug up your gun The worms in the barrel the hanging sun Those first nervous evenings of perfume and gin The lost smell on your breath

Goin' Cali `Bruce Springsteen`

He had a shot of tequila, smiled and whispered "lighter" He went down to the desert city where the rattlesnakes play And left his dead skin by the roadside in the noon of day Sun got so hot it almost felt

Better Days `Bruce Springsteen`

it's true These are better days There's better days shinin' through Now a life of leisure and a pirate's treasure Don't make much for tragedy But it's a sad man my friend, who's livin' in his own skin

Cautious Man `Bruce Springsteen`

rise up inside him that he couldn't name Just as the words tattooed 'cross his knuckles he knew would always remain At their bedside he brushed the hair from his wife's face as the moon shone on her skin

Matamoros Banks `Bruce Springsteen`

For two days the river keeps you down Then you rise to the light without a sound Past the playgrounds and empty switching yards The turtles eat the skin from your eyes, so they lay open to the stars

Living Proof `Bruce Springsteen`

found living proof I put my heart and soul I put 'em high upon a shelf Right next to the faith the faith that I'd lost in myself I went down into the desert city Just tryin' so hard to shed my skin

Silver Palomino `Bruce Springsteen`

stars aglow I saddle up my red roan I ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of pale stone Where the air is still with the coming snow As I rise higher I can smell your hair The scent of your skin