I met a little girl and I settled down
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In a little house out on the edge of town
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We got married, and swore we'd never part
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Then little by little we drifted from each other's hearts
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At first I thought it was just restlessness
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That would fade as time went by and our love grew deep
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In the end it was something more I guess
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That tore us apart and made us weep
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And I'm driving a stolen car
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Down on Eldridge Avenue
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Each night I wait to get caught
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But I never do
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She asked if I remembered the letters I wrote
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When our love was young and bold
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She said last night she read those letters
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And they made her feel one hundred years old
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And I'm driving a stolen car
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On a pitch black night
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And I'm telling myself I'm gonna be alright
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But I ride by night and I travel in fear
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That in this darkness I will disappear
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Stolen Car
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| Bruce Springsteen |
