En av mina absoluta favoritlåtar och en av de låtar som jag klassar som har allra finaste text är Streets of Philadelphia med Bruce "The Boss" Springsteen. När nu en väldigt speciell person för mig också har fastnat för den så blir den ju inte direkt mindre populär hos mig. Här har ni den oerhört fina texten i alla fall.
"I was bruised and battered and I couldn't tell what I felt. I was unrecognizable to myself. I saw my reflection in a window, I didn't know my own face. Oh brother, are you gonna leave me wasting away on the streets of Philadelphia. I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone. I heard the voices of friends, vanished and gone. At night I could hear the blood in my veins. Black and whispering as the rain on the streets of Philadelphia. Ain't no angel gonna greet me. It's just you and I my friend. My clothes don't fit me no more, I walked a thousand miles just to slip this skin. The night has fallen, I'm lying awake. I can feel myself, fading away. So receive me brother with your faithless kiss, or will we leave each other like this, on the streets of Philadelphia."
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