Bruce Springsteen - Devil’s Arcade (текст)


“Remember the morning we dug up your gun
The worms in the barrel, the hangin’ sun
Those first nervous evenings perfume and gin
The lost smell on your breath as I helped you get it in
The rush of your lips, the feel of your name
The beat of your heart, the devil’s arcade

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