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Streets Of Philadelphia 
Medium
by Bruce Springsteen
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I was bruised and battered and I couldn’t
what I felt, I was
to myself
I saw my reflection in a window, I didn't
Know my own face, oh brother are you
me
Wasting away
On the streets of Philadelphia
I walked the avenue till my legs
Felt like stone, I heard
The voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could the blood in my veins
and whispering as the rain
On the of Philadelphia
Ain’t no angel greet me
It's just you and I my friend
My clothes don't fit me no more
I a miles
Just to slip the skin
The has fallen, I’m lying awake
I can myself away
So me with your
Faithless kiss or will we
each alone like this
On the streets of Philadelphia
what I felt, I was
to myself
I saw my reflection in a window, I didn't
Know my own face, oh brother are you
me
Wasting away
On the streets of Philadelphia
I walked the avenue till my legs
Felt like stone, I heard
The voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could the blood in my veins
and whispering as the rain
On the of Philadelphia
Ain’t no angel greet me
It's just you and I my friend
My clothes don't fit me no more
I a miles
Just to slip the skin
The has fallen, I’m lying awake
I can myself away
So me with your
Faithless kiss or will we
each alone like this
On the streets of Philadelphia
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