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I was bruised and battered and I couldn’t tell
What I felt I was unrecognizable to myself I saw my reflection in a window I didn’t know My own face Oh brother are you gonna leave me Wastin´away 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 Ain’t no angel gonna greet me It’s just you and I my friend My clothes don’t fit me no more I walked a thousand miles Just to slip the skin The night has fallen, I’m lyin’awake 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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