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Streets of Philadelphia

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I was bruised and battered
I couldn't tell what I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window
I didn't know my own face
Oh, brother, are you gonna leave me wasting away
On the streets of Philadelphia?

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah

Walked the avenue
'Til my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
It was just as black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of Philadelphia

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah

Ain't no angel gonna greet me
It's just you and I, my friend
My clothes don't fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles just to slip this skin


The night has fallen
I'm lying awake
I can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of Philadelphia?


Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah

Compositor: Bruce Springsteen
ECAD: Obra #34184432 Fonograma #907652

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