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And I spent time 'neath the trestles
With the punks and the dime store saints
Kept faith and a switchblade tucked beneath my coat
And I ran with dirty angels, slept out in the rain
We were scared and tired and barely 17

 

And my first sin was a fear that made me old
And my first sin was a fear that made me old

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Oh, when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof
And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fire proof
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah
On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be

Out of the sun

 

(Under the boardwalk) We'll be havin' some fun
(Under the boardwalk) People walking above
(Under the boardwalk) We'll be fallin' in love
(Under the boardwalk) Yeah (boardwalk)

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I still remember it was autumn and the moon was shinin'
My '60 Cadillac was rollin' through Nebraska whinin'
Doin' a hundred twenty, man the fields was bendin' over
Headin' out for the mountains knowin' we was travelin' further
All our fires were blazin'
And the spinnin' wheels were turnin' turnin'
Had my girl beside me brother brother she was burnin' burnin'

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"...Always strivin', always climbing way beyond my will
Same old sensation, isolation at the top of the bill
Always seeming, like I'm moving but I'm really going slow
What do you do when you get to the top and there's nowhere to go

Just how I get there will be anybody's guess
With all the so called trappings of success
Left all the deadbeats on the top of the hill
Too busy raisin' Cain
I'm back on the street again
I'm back on the top again..."

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By now, you must've found better than me
I'm sure Jupiter and Orpheus have charmed you off your feet
By now, I'm sure you've gotten over me
While you're kissing clouds and gods I'll be crawling on my knees,
Sweet morphine

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Early nod to St.Patrick's Day:

 

"In Banbridge Town in the County Down
One morning last July,
From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut brown hair.
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really there. ..."

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