| I was bruised and battered
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| I can’t tell what I felt
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| I was unrecognizable to myself
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| Saw my reflection in a window
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| And no one face
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| Oh, brother gonna leave me wasted away in the streets of Philadelphia
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| I walked the avenues 'til my legs felt like stone
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| I heard the voices of friends, vanished and gone
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| At night, I can heard the blood in my veins
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| It’s as black and whispering as the rain on the streets of Philadelphia
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| Ain’t no angel gonna meet me here
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| It’s just you and I, my friend
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| If my clothes don’t fit my anymore, I’ve walked a thousand miles just to slip
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| this skin
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| The night has fallen, I’m lying awake
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| I can feel myself fading away
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| So receive me brother, with your faithless kiss
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| We’ll believe each other and all of this on the streets of Philadelphia |