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Bruce Springsteen |
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The Rising |
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My City Of Ruins |
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There's a blood red circle |
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on the cold dark ground |
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and the rain is falling down |
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The church doors blown open |
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I can hear the organ's song |
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But the congregation's gone |
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My city of ruins |
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My city of ruins |
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Now the sweet veils of mercy |
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drift through the evening trees |
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Young men on the corner |
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like scattered leaves |
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The boarded up windows |
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The hustlers and thieves |
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While my brother's down on his knees |
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My city of ruins |
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My city of ruins |
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Come on rise up! |
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Come on rise up! |
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Now there's tears on the pillow |
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darling where we slept |
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and you took my heart when you left |
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without your sweet kiss |
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my soul is lost, my friend |
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Now tell me how do I begin again? |
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My city's in ruins |
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My city's in ruins |
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Now with these hands |
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I pray Lord |
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with these hands |
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for the strength Lord |
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with these hands |
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for the faith Lord |
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with these hands |
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I pray Lord |
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with these hands |
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for the strength Lord |
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with these hands |
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for the faith Lord |
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with these hands |
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Come on rise up! |
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Come on rise up! |
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Rise up |
