Bruce Springsteen - My City Of Ruins
There is a blood red circleOn the cold dark groundAnd the rain is falling downThe church door's thrown openI can hear the organ's songBut the congregation's goneMy city of ruinsMy city of ruinsNow the sweet bells of mercyDrift through the evening treesYoung men on the cornerLike scattered leaves,The boarded up windows,The empty streetsWhile my brother's down on his kneesMy city of ruinsMy city of ruinsCome on, rise up! Come on, rise up!Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!Now's there's tears on the pillowDarlin' where we sleptAnd you took my heart when you leftWithout your sweet kissMy soul is lost, my friendTell me how do I begin again?My city's in ruinsMy city's in ruinsNow with these hands,With these hands,With these hands,I pray LordWith these hands, With these hands,I pray for the strength, LordWith these hands,With these hands,I pray for the faith, LordWe pray for your love, LordWe pray for the lost, LordWe pray for this world, LordWe pray for the strength, LordWe pray for the strength, LordCome onCome onCome on, rise upCome on, rise upCome on, rise upCome on, rise upCome on, rise upCome on, rise upCome on, rise upCome on, rise up
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