Canción sacada del álbum Born in the U.S.A (1984)

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We busted out of class had to get away from those fools We learned more from a three minute record than we ever learned in school Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound I can feel my heart begin to pound you say you’re tired and you just want to close your eyes and follow your dreams down We made a promise we swore we’d always remember no retreat no surrender Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold, I’m ready to grow young again and hear your sister’s voice calling us home across the open yards well maybe we could cut someplace of our own with these drums and these guitars We made a promise we swore we’d always remember Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim the walls of my room are closing in |
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