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The Street of Philadelphia `Bruce Springsteen`

was bruised and battered and I couldn't tell what I felt I was unrecognizable to myself I saw my reflection in a window I didn't know my own face Oh brother are you gonna leave me wasting away On the

Streets of Philadelphia `Bruce Springsteen`

battered I couldn't tell what I felt I was unrecognizable to myself I saw my reflection in a window I didn't know my own face oh brother are you gonna leave me wasn't in away streets of

Out in the Street `Bruce Springsteen`

got Friday on my mind When that whistle blows Girl, I'm down the street I'm home, I'm out of my work clothes When I'm out in the street I walk the way I wanna walk When I'm out in the street I

One Way Street `Bruce Springsteen`

Springsteen Well, if the sun should fall from the sky tomorrow If the rain brings a tear to your eye, I would share your sorrow If you must go, then take your leave Our love was strong, our love was sweet

Wrong Side Of The Street `Bruce Springsteen`

Springsteen Turn on the radio, turn off the lights We'll bring an end, darling, to your endless night You're on the wrong side of the street.

Racing In The Street `Bruce Springsteen`

right I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat Summer's here and the time is right For goin' racin' in the street We take all the action we can meet And we cover all the northeast state When the strip

Racin in the Street `Bruce Springsteen`

Racin in the Street I got a 69 Chevy with a 396 Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor She's waitin' tonight down in the parking lot Outside the 7-11 store Me and my partner Sonny built her straight

E Street Shuffle `Bruce Springsteen`

Sparks fly on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot All the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot Them schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on

RANDOLPH STREET (MASTER OF ELECTRICITY) `Bruce Springsteen`

like World War Two with just two rooms and a hall to be used The lady was mean Just slightly unclean with a heart of cold silver and gold The kitchen smelled of kerosene Celing hung down unveiled

Incident On 57th Street `Bruce Springsteen`

to the hard girls over on Easy Street But they sighed, "Johnny it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap" And the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a cheater" Well

Linda let me be the one `Bruce Springsteen`

The midnight boys are outside Scraping tears up off the street Standin' guard beneath the window Where only Linda sleeps The leader is a kid named Eddie Walkin' like an angel in defeat He trashes

The E Street Shuffle `Bruce Springsteen`

Sparks fly on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot All the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot Them schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on

It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City `Bruce Springsteen`

that man look pretty" The cripple on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity" Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city I was the king of the alley,

Crush on You `Bruce Springsteen`

My feets were flyin' down the street just the other night When a Hong Kong special pulled up at the light What was inside, man, was just c'est magnifique I wanted to hold the bumper and let her drag

Where the bands are `Bruce Springsteen`

I hear the guitars ringin' out Ringin' out down Union Street I hear the lead singer shoutin' out, girl I wanna be a slave to the beat Yeah, tonight I wanna break my chains Somebody break my heart

Jackson Cage `Bruce Springsteen`

Driving home she grabs something to eat Turns a corner and drives down her street Into a row of houses she just melts away Like the scenery in another man's play Into a house where the blinds are

Does this Bus Stop at 82nd Street? `Bruce Springsteen`

Hey bus driver keep the change, bless your children, give them names, don't trust men who walk with canes drink this and you'll grow wings on your feet Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine, advertiser on

Murder Incorporated (Live From Tramps) `Bruce Springsteen`

Bobby's got a gun that he keeps beneath his pillow Out on the street your chances are zero Take a look around you come on now It ain't too complicated You're messin' with Murder Incorporated Now you check

Balboa Park `Bruce Springsteen`

He lay his blanket underneath the freeway As the evening sky grew dark Took a sniff of toncho from his coke can And headed through Balboa Park Where the men in their Mercedes Come nightly to employ

Zero and blind Terry `Bruce Springsteen`

The Skulls met the Pythons Down at the First Street station Alliances have been made in alleyways All across the nation These boys live off the milk of a silver jet And the love of sweet young women

Girls In Their Summer Clothes `Bruce Springsteen`

Well the street lights shine Down on Blessing Avenue Lovers they walk by Holdin' hands two by two A breeze crosses the porch Bicycle spokes spin 'round Jacket's on, I'm out the door Tonight I'm

Jersey Girl `Bruce Springsteen`

Jersey Girl I got no time for the corner boys Down in the street makin' all that noise Or the girls out on the avenue 'Cause tonight, I wanna be with you Tonight I'm gonna take that ride Across

PINK CADILLAC `Bruce Springsteen`

You may think I'm foolish For the foolish things I do You may wonder how come I love you When you get on my nerves like you do Well baby you know you bug me There ain't no secret 'bout that Well

Don't Look Back `Bruce Springsteen`

Cold rain running down the front of my shirt I'm flat on my back wheels in the dirt Angel makes her face up out on baker street She's straddlin; the shifter in my front seat There's nothing to lose It's

Backstreets `Bruce Springsteen`

Slow dancin 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

THE WISH `Bruce Springsteen`

Dirty old street all slushed up in the rain and snow Little boy and his ma shivering outside a rundown music store window That night on top of a Christmas tree shines one beautiful star And lying

Lost In The Flood `Bruce Springsteen`

a holy stone they hide They're breakin' beams and crosses With a spastic's reelin' perfection Nuns run bald, through Vatican halls Pleadin' Immaculate Conception And everybody's wrecked on Main Street

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

Dry Lightning `Bruce Springsteen`

I threw my robe on in the morning Watched the ring on the stove turn to red Stared hypnotized into a cup of coffee Pulled on my boots and made the bed Screen door hangin' off its hinges Kept bangin

PART MAN PART MONKEY `Bruce Springsteen`

They prosecuted some poor sucker in these United States For teaching that man descended from the apes They coulda settled that case without a fuss or fight If they'd seen me chasin' you, sugar, through