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letra de song to the orphans - bruce springsteen

the molt-tude -ssembled and tried to make the noisethe black blind poet generalsand restless loud white boysbut time grew thin and the axiswas left somehow incompletewhere instead of child lionswe found aging junkie sheephow many wasted have i seen signed hollywood or bustleft to ride them ever ghostly arizona gustsoh, cheerleader tramps and kids with big ampssounding in the voidhigh society vamps and ex-heavyweight champsmistaking soot for soilso break me now big mamaas old faithful breaks the daybelieve me, my good linda,the aurora will shine your waythe confederacy, she’s in my name nowand the hounds are held at baythe axis needs a stronger armdo you feel your muscles play? the doorstep blanket weavermadonna she’s pushing bellsfrom house to house to house to housegiving last kisses and wishing wellto every gypsy, mystic and all star herothat the kids might find the placewho’ve been lost forever to papa and mamaon their weekends out in sp-cenow the sons they search for fathersbut their fathers have all gonethe lost souls search for saviorsbut saviours don’t last longthose aimless, questionless renegade bratswho live their lives in songsthey run the length of a candlein a goodnight whisper and a puff they’re goneso break me now big mamaas old faithful breaks the daybelieve me, my good linda,the aurora will shine your waythe confederacy, she’s in my name nowand the hounds are held at baythe axis needs a stronger armdo you feel your muscles play? the missions are filled with hermits looking for a friendthe terraces are filled with cat-men looking for a way inthere are orphans junked on silver mountainslost in celestial alleywaysthey wait for that old tramp dog man moseshe takes in all the straysnow, don’t grow on empty legendsor lonely cradle songs’cause billy the kid was just a bowery boywho made his living twirling his gunsthe night she’s long, she’s lankyshe speaks in her mother tongueand lullabies the refugeeswith an amplifier’s humso break us now big mamaas old faithful breaks the daybelieve me, my sweet linda,oh, help is sure on the waythe confederacy, she’s in my name nowand the hounds are held at baythe axis needs a stronger armdo you feel your muscles play? the confederacy, she’s in my name nowand the hounds are held at baythe axis needs a stronger armdo you feel your muscles play?

- bruce springsteen

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