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One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends |
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Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in |
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Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth |
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Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat |
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And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets |
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With a love so hard and filled with defeat |
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Running for our lives at night on them backstreets |
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Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing |
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Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings |
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Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring |
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In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything |
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to go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets |
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We swore we'd live forever on the backstreets we take it together |
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Endless juke joints and Valentino drag where dancers scraped the tears |
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Up off the street dressed down in rags running into the darkness |
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Some hurt bad some really dying at night sometimes it seemed |
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You could hear the whole damn city crying blame it on the lies that killed us |
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Blame it on the truth that ran us down you can blame it all on me Terry |
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It don't matter to me now when the breakdown hit at midnight |
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There was nothing left to say but I hated him and I hated you when you went away |
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Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest |
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Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness |
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Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see |
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Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be |
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And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest |
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Stranded in the park and forced to confess |
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To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets |
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We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end |
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Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets |
