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 When the night's quiet and you don't care anymore, And your eyes are tired and there's someone at your door And you realize you wanna let go And the weak lies and the cold walls you embrace Eat at your insides and leave you face to face with Streets of fire I'm wandering, a loser down these tracks I'm dying, but girl I can't go back 'Cause in the darkness I hear somebody call my name And when you realize how they tricked you this time And it's all lies but I'm strung out on the wire In these streets of fire I live now, only with strangers I talk to only strangers I walk with angels that have no place Streets of fire
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Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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