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Bruce Springsteen - Life Itself |
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We met down in the valley, where the wine of love and destruction flows |
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There in that curve of darkness where flowers of temptation grow |
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I left the rest for the others it was you and nothing else |
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You felt so good to me baby, as good as life itself |
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You were life itself, rushing over me |
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Life itself, the wind in the black elms |
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Life itself, in your heart and in your eyes |
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I can't make it without you |
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I knew you were in trouble, anyone could tell |
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You carried your little black book from which all your secrets fell |
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You squandered all your riches, your, your beauty and your wealth |
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Like you had no further use for, for life itself |
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You were life itself, rushing over me |
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Life itself, the wind in the black elms |
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Life itself, in your heart and in your eyes |
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I can't make it without you |
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Why are things that we treasure most slip away in time |
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'Til to the music we grow deaf and to god's beauty blind |
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Why do the things that connect us slowly pull us apart |
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'Til we fall away in our own darkness |
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Stranger to our own hearts |
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And to life itself, rushing over me |
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Life itself, the wind in the black elms |
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Life itself, in your heart and in your eyes |
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I can't make it without you |
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So here's one for the road |
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Here's one to your health |
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And to life itself, rushing over me |
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Life itself, the wind in the black elms |
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Life itself, in your heart and in your eyes |
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I can't make it without you |
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Life itself |
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Life itself |
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Life itself |
