Bruce Springsteen

Fate of Britain never rests in the hands of the Great Light.

Great Light, forgive me.

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Screen doors and lamps, Mary's dress weight.

Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays.

Roy Orbison singing for the lonely.

Hey, that's me and I want you only.

Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again.

Don't run back inside, darling, you know just what I'm here for.

So you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore.

Sure, little faith is magic in the night.

You ain't a beauty, but hey, you're all right.

Oh, and that's all right with me.

And study your pain Because your lover still lives in the rain Waste your summer praying in vain For a savior to rise from these dreams Well, I'm no hero that's understood Or an attention I'm an awful girl that's beneath this dirty hood With a chance I'll make it somehow Hey, what else can we do now Except roll down the window and let

Don't run back inside, baby You know just what I'm here for

So you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore.

There's magic in the night.

You ain't a beauty, but hey, you're all right.

And that's all right with me.

You can hide beneath your covers and study your pain.