Backstreets - Bruce Springsteen
    One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends

    Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was 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 to set us loose from everything
    to go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets
    We swore we'd live forever on the backstreets we take it together

    Endless juke joints and Valentino drag where 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 how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be
    And 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
    We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end
    Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets


    Marco Giunco
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