Springsteen

	  		

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Verse:
 
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To this day when I hear that song, 
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I see you standing there on that lawn, 
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Discount shades, store bought tan, 
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flip-flops and cut off jeans. 
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Somewhere between that setting sun, 
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I'm On Fire and Born To Run, 
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You looked at me and I was done, 
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but we were just getting started. 

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I was singing to you, you were singing to me, 
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I was so alive, never been more free, 
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Fired up my daddy's lighter and we sang oh-woah-oh-woah-ohh. 

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Stayed there till they forced us out, 
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We took the long way to your house, 
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And I can still hear the sound, 
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Of you saying don't go. 


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When I think about you, 
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I think about 17, 
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I think about my old Jeep, 
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I think about the stars in the sky. 
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Funny how a melody sounds like a memory, 
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Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night, 
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Springsteen. 



Verse:
 
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If I bumped in to you by happenstance, 
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You probably wouldn't even know who I am, 
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But if I whispered your name, 
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I bet there'd still be a spark. 
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From back when I was gasoline and this old tattoo had brand new ink, 
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And we didn't care what your mom would think 'bout your name on my arm. 
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Baby is it spring or is it summer, 
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The guitar sound or the beat of the drummer, 
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You hear sometimes late at night on your radio. 
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Even though you're a million miles away, 
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When you hear Born In The USA, 
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Do you relive those Glory Days from so long ago? 


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When you think about me, 
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Do you think about 17, 
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Do you think about my old Jeep, 
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Think about the stars in the sky. 
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Funny how a melody sounds like a memory, 
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Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night, 
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Springsteen, Springsteen. 



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Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Ohh-ohh. 


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Funny how a melody sounds like a memory 
D                        G    D       Em  Em 
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night 
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Springsteen, 
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Springsteen 
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Oh Springsteen 

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Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Ohh-ohh.