(Bruce Springsteen)
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Last night I dreamed that I was a child
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Out where the pines grow wild and tall
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I was trying to make it home through the forest
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before the darkness falls
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I heard the wind rustling through the trees
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and ghostly voices rose from the fields
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I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path
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with The Devil snappin' at my heels
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I broke through the trees and there in the night
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My father's house stood shining hard and bright
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The branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my arms
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but I ran till I fell, shaking in his arms
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I awoke and I imagined the hard things that pulled us apart
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will never again, sir, tear us from each other's hearts
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I got dressed and to that house I did ride
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From out on the road, I could see it's windows shining in light
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I walked up the steps and stood on the porch
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A woman I didn't recognize came and spoke to me through a chained door
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I told her my story and who I'd come for
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She said "I'm sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore"
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My father's house shines hard and bright
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It stands like a beacon calling me in the night
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Calling and calling, so cold and alone
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Shining `cross this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned
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My Father's House
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| Cowboy Junkies |
