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• Artiste: Bruce Springsteen
• Titre: Fugitive's Dream (Ballad)
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Sir, I am a pilgrim and a stranger in this land Once I had a home here, my salvation was at hand I lived in a fine home, I was respected and satisfied I had two beautiful children and a kind and loving wife Then one day a man came to town A man with nothing and nowhere to go He came to my door and mentioned Something I'd done a long time ago I allowed him into my home On his vow that nothing would be said One night I rose from a dreamless sleep And I went to his bed I watched as he lay sleeping I reached down and touched his cheek I felt a chill running through my bones And I fled into the street I woke up in a motel room with the light rushing in Like someone had thrust open a door and closed it tightly again I tried to understand the life I've lived and these things that I've felt While I walk these streets at night, a stranger to myself Last night the same dream keeps coming 'round I'm standing high in the Green Hills Looking 'cross the outskirts of town The night air fills my lungs The wind sweeps around me so strong The stars rise in a black endless sky Grow brighter and brighter Then gone, gone, gone