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geschrieben am: 17.02.2002 um 13:29 Uhr
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I WAS BRUISED AND BATTERED AND I COULDNŽT TELL
WHAT I FELT
I WAS UNRECOGNIZABLE TO MYSELF
I SAW MY REFLECTION IN A WINDOW I DIDNŽT KNOW
MY OWN FACE
OH BROTHER ARE YOU GONNA LEAVE ME
WASTINŽAWAY
ON THE STREETS OF PHILADELPHIA
I WALKED THE AVENUE TILL MY LEGS FELT LIKE STONE
I HEARD THE VOICES OF FRIENDS VANISHED AND GONE
AT NIGHT I COULD HEAR THE BLOOD IN MY VEINS
BLACK AND WHISPERING AS THE RAIN
ON THE STREETS OF PHILADELPHIA
AINŽT NO ANGEL GONNA GREET ME
ITŽS JUST YOU AND I MY FRIEND
MY CLOTHES DONŽT FIT ME NO MORE
I WALKED A THOUSAND MILES
JUST TO SLIP THE SKIN
THE NIGHT HAS FALLEN, IŽM LYINŽAWAKE
I CAN FEEL MYSELF FADING AWAY
SO RECEIVE ME BROTHER WITH YOUR FAITHLESS KISS
OR WILL WE LEAVE EACH OTHER ALONE LIKE THIS
ON THE STREETS OF PHILADELPHIA
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