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Thunder Road
ACROSS THE BORDER
BALBOA PARK
DRY LIGHTNING
GALVESTON BAY
HIGHWAY 29
MY BEST WAS NEVER GOOD ENOUGH
SINALOA COWBOYS
STRAIGHT TIME
The Ghost of Tom Joad
THE LINE
THE NEW TIMER
Youngstown
Atlantic City
Badlands


Losowy fragment piosenki
Bruce Springsteen - Badlands
One soft infested summerMe and Terry became friendsTrying in vain to breathe
The fire we was born inCatching rides to the outskirts
Tying faith between out teethSleeping in that old abandoned beach house
Getting wasted in the heatAnd hiding on the backstreetsHiding on the backstreets
With a love so hard and filled with defeat
Running for our lives at night on them backstreetsSlow dancing in the dark
On the beach at Stockton's WingWhere desperate lovers park
We sat with the last of the Duke Street KingsHuddled in our cars
Waiting for the bells that ringIn the deep heart of the night
To set us loose from everythingTo go running on the backstreets


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