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My Father's House
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Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
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Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
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Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
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Mike Batlan
Mike Batlan
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Last night I dreamed that I was a child Out where the pines grow Wild and tall I was trying to Make it home through the forest Before the darkness falls I heard the wind rustling Through the trees And ghostly voices Rose from the fields I ran with my heart pounding Down that broken path With the devil snappin' at my heels I broke through the trees and There in the night My father's house stood Shining hard and bright The branches and brambles Tore my clothes and scratched my arms But I ran 'til I fell shaking in his arms I awoke and I imagined The hard things that pulled us apart Will never again Sir Tear us from each other's hearts I got dressed and to that house I did ride From out on the road I could see its windows shining in light I walked up the steps and Stood on the porch A woman I didn't recognize Came and spoke to me through a chained door I told her my story And who I'd come for She said: "I'm sorry son but no one by that name Lives here anymore" My father's house shines Hard and bright It stands like a beacon Calling me in the night Calling and calling So cold and alone Shining 'cross this dark highway Where our sins lie unatoned
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