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Backstreets (Live at the Hammersmith Odeon, London '75)
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Lyrics

Soft, infested summer, me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in
Catching rides to the outskirts, tying faith between our teeth
Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house, getting wasted in the heat
And hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
With a love so hard and filled with defeat
Running for our lives at night on them backstreets
Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing
Where desperate lovers park, we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings
Huddled in our cars, waiting for the bells that ring
In the deep heart of the night, wanna us loose of everything
To go running on the backstreets
Running on the backstreets
Swore we'd live forever (hah)
On them backstreets we made it together, together
Endless juke joints and Valentino drag
Where dancers scraped the tears up off the streets, dressed down in rags
Running into the darkness, some hurt bad, some really dying
At night sometimes it seemed you could hear that whole damn city crying
Blame it on the lies that killed us, on the truth that ran us down
Blame it all on me, Terry, it don't matter to me now
When the breakdown hit at midnight, there was nothing left to say
But I hated him and I hated you when you went away
Laying here in the dark, you're like an angel on my chest
Another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness
Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see
Trying to learn how to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be
And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest
Stranded in the park and forced to confess
To hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Swore forever friends
On the backstreets until the end
Until the end
Miss you babe
Miss you babe
On the backstreets
On the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
It was alright
We'll go hiding on the backstreets tonight
On the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
On the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
On the backstreets
On the backstreets
On the backstreets
Swallow
Swallow
Whoa you know
No oh
No oh
Written by: Bruce Springsteen

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