White roses and misty blue eyes
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Red mornings and nothing but grey skies
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A cup of coffee, your heart shot clean through
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Jacket you bought me gone daisy grey-blue
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You're smilin' now but you'll find out
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They'll use you up and spit you out now
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Your head's spinnin' in diamonds and clouds
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But pretty soon it turns out
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You'll be comin' down now baby
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You'll be comin' down
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What goes around it comes around and
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You'll be comin' down
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Easy street and quick buck and true lies
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Smile's as sad as those dusky blue skies
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A silver plate of pearls my golden child
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It's all yours at least for a little while
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You'll be fine long as your pretty face holds out
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Then it's gonna get pretty cold out
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Endless streams of stars shootin' by
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You got your hopes on high
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You'll be comin' down now baby
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You'll be comin' down
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What goes around it comes around and
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You'll be comin' down
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For a while you'll go sparkling by
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Just another pretty thing on high
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[Sax solo]
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Like a thief on a Sunday morning
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It all falls apart with no warning
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Satin sky's gone candy-apple green
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The crushed metal of your little fine machine
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You'll be comin' down now baby
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You'll be comin' down
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What goes around it comes around and
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You'll be comin' down
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You'll be comin' down now baby
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You'll be comin' down
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What goes around it comes around and
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You'll be comin' down
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You'll Be Comin' Down
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| Bruce Springsteen |
