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(bruce springsteen) |
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Last night i dreamed that i was a child |
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Out where the pines grow wild and tall |
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I was trying to make it home through the forest |
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Before the darkness falls |
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I heard the wind rustling through the trees |
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And ghostly voices rose from the fields |
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I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path |
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With the devil snappin' at my heels |
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I broke through the trees, and there in the night |
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My father's house stood shining hard and bright |
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The branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my arms |
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But i ran till i fell, shaking in his arms |
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I awoke and i imagined the hard things that pulled us apart |
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Will never again, sir, tear us from each other's hearts |
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I got dressed, and to that house i did ride |
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From out on the road, i could see its windows shining in light |
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I walked up the steps and stood on the porch |
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A woman i didn't recognize came and spoke to me through a chained door |
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I told her my story, and who i'd come for |
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She said 'i'm sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore' |
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My father's house shines hard and bright |
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It stands like a beacon calling me in the night |
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Calling and calling, so cold and alone |
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Shining 'cross this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned |