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 Down at the court house they're ringin' the flag down Long black line of cars snakin' slow through town Red sheets snappin' on the line With this ring will you be mine The fuse is burning Shut out the lights The fuse is burning Come on let me do you right Trees on fire with the first fall's frost Long black line in front of Holy Cross Blood moon risin' in a sky of black dust Tell me Baby who do you trust? The fuse is burning Shut out the lights The fuse is burning Come on let me do you right Tires on the highway hissin' that something's coming You can feel the wires in the tree tops hummin' Devil's on the horizon line Your skin and I'm alive Quiet afternoon in the empty house On the edge of the bed you slip off your blouse The room is burning with the noon sun Your bittersweet taste on my tongue The fuse is burning Shut out the lights The fuse is burning Come on let me do you right
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Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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