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I remember yesterday
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When I'd sit and watch the hound dogs play
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Howlin' at the China moon
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Now yesterday is the busted balloon
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Life was young and things were easy,
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Days were short, nights were warm
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Times were good
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Hate was shallow
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Love was crazy and I had it in my marrow
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And I swear that I've seen your face somewhere back in that time
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and in that place
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Do you remember
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The old house stood like World War Two with just two rooms
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and a hall to be used
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The lady was mean
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Just slightly unclean with a heart of cold silver and gold
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The kitchen smelled of kerosene
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Celing hung down unveiled the rotted beams
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and the man, they said, his work it could of hung in the lub
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Now he sits around all day because his left arm won't move
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He was a master of the art of electricity
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He lectured on tubes and circuitry
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He was self-employed, but he could never see his way into the light
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He had a room full of switches and dials and lights and
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a head full of clouds and eyes full of sight
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And when it got dark,
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I could hear his heart beat like a mother in the night
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She stood like a guardian ready to give everything up
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If I had asked for a sword and her blood in a cup
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but there was just a time when I asked for too much
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She sighed because she could not give it
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We used to sit beneath the tree just the lady, the radio man and me
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And I think it was the winter of '63 the man went away and let us be
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It was early on an August day that the lady decided she too must go away
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For her heart it seems could not pay the price for what her body was buying
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I came home from school and I found the note
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I went into the kitcken and lit the old stove
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With senses set on overload
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I turned on the TV, spent the rest of the afternoon watching
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all my old cartoons thru the hall
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and across the porch was the sun surrendered like a crying torch
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RANDOLPH STREET (MASTER OF ELECTRICITY)
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| Bruce Springsteen |
