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Badlands
- wykonawca: Bruce Springsteen
- album: Live 1975-1985
One soft infested summerMe and Terry became friendsTrying in vain to breathe
The fire we was born inCatching rides to the outskirts
Tying faith between out teethSleeping in that old abandoned beach house
Getting wasted in the heatAnd hiding on the backstreetsHiding on the backstreets
With a love so hard and filled with defeat
Running for our lives at night on them backstreetsSlow dancing in the dark
On the beach at Stockton's WingWhere desperate lovers park
We sat with the last of the Duke Street KingsHuddled in our cars
Waiting for the bells that ringIn the deep heart of the night
To set us loose from everythingTo go running on the backstreets
Running on the backstreetsWe swore we'd live forever
On the backstreets we take it togetherEndless juke joints in Valentino drag
Where dancers scraped the tearsUp off the street dressed down in rags
Running into the darknessSome hurt bad some really dying
At night sometimes it seemedYou could hear the whole damn city crying
Blame it on the lies that killed usBlame it on the truth that ran us down
You can blame it all on me TerryIt don't matter to me now
When the breakdown hit at midnightThere was nothing left to sayBut I hated him
And I hated you when you went awayLaying here in the dark
You're like an angel on my chestJust another tramp of hearts
Crying tears of faithlessnessRemember all the movies TerryWe'd go see
Trying to learn how to walk like the heroesWe thought we had to be
And after all this timeTo find we're just like all the restStranded in the park
And forced to confessTo hiding on the backstreetsHiding on the backstreets
We swore forever friendsOn the backstreets until the end
Hiding on the backstreetsHiding on the backstreets
- album: Live 1975-1985
One soft infested summerMe and Terry became friendsTrying in vain to breathe
The fire we was born inCatching rides to the outskirts
Tying faith between out teethSleeping in that old abandoned beach house
Getting wasted in the heatAnd hiding on the backstreetsHiding on the backstreets
With a love so hard and filled with defeat
Running for our lives at night on them backstreetsSlow dancing in the dark
On the beach at Stockton's WingWhere desperate lovers park
We sat with the last of the Duke Street KingsHuddled in our cars
Waiting for the bells that ringIn the deep heart of the night
To set us loose from everythingTo go running on the backstreets
Running on the backstreetsWe swore we'd live forever
On the backstreets we take it togetherEndless juke joints in Valentino drag
Where dancers scraped the tearsUp off the street dressed down in rags
Running into the darknessSome hurt bad some really dying
At night sometimes it seemedYou could hear the whole damn city crying
Blame it on the lies that killed usBlame it on the truth that ran us down
You can blame it all on me TerryIt don't matter to me now
When the breakdown hit at midnightThere was nothing left to sayBut I hated him
And I hated you when you went awayLaying here in the dark
You're like an angel on my chestJust another tramp of hearts
Crying tears of faithlessnessRemember all the movies TerryWe'd go see
Trying to learn how to walk like the heroesWe thought we had to be
And after all this timeTo find we're just like all the restStranded in the park
And forced to confessTo hiding on the backstreetsHiding on the backstreets
We swore forever friendsOn the backstreets until the end
Hiding on the backstreetsHiding on the backstreets