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Bruce Springsteen |
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Born To Run |
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She's The One |
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With her killer graces and her secret places |
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That no boy can fill with her hands on her hips |
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Oh and that smile on her lips |
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Because she knows that it kills me |
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With her soft french cream |
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Standing in that doorway like a dream |
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I wish she'd just leave me alone |
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Because french cream won't soften them boots |
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And french kisses will not break that heart of stone |
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With her long hair falling |
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And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun |
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Oh-o she's the one, she's the one |
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That thunder in your heart |
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At night when you're kneeling in the dark |
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It says you're never gonna leave her |
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But there's this angel in her eyes |
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That tells such desperate lies |
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And all you want to do is believe her |
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And tonight you'll try just one more time |
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To leave it all behind and to break on through |
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Oh she can take you, but if she wants to break you |
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She's gonna find out that ain't so easy to do |
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And no matter where you sleep tonight or how far you run |
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Oh-o she's the one, she's the one |
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Oh-o and just one kiss |
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She'd fill them long summer nights |
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With her tenderness that secret pact you made |
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Back when her love could save you from the bitterness |
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Oh she's the one, oh she's the one |
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Oh she's the one, oh she's the one |
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Oh she's the one, oh she's the one |
