Bruce Springsteen

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Last night I dreamed that
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I was a child
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Out where the pines grow
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Wild and tall
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I was trying to
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Make it home through the forest
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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