| I was bruised and battered, couldn’t tell what I felt
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| I was unrecognizable even to myself
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| Saw my reflection in a window, I didn’t know my own face
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| Oh, brother, you’re gonna leave me wasting away
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| On the streets of Philadelphia
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| I walked the avenue 'til my legs felt like stone
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| I heard the voices of my friends vanished and gone
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| At night I hear the blood coursing through my veins
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| Just as black and whispering as a cold, cold rain
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| On the streets of Philadelphia
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| Oh, my, my, my, my
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| Ain’t no angel gonna greet me
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| It’s just you and I, my friend
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| Oh, my clothes don’t even fit me no more
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| I walked a thousand miles just trying to slip this skin, woh-woh
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| Take it the night has fallen, I’m still lying here awake
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| And I can feel myself slowly slipping away
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| Oh, receive me, my brother, with your faithless kiss
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| Or else we’re gonna leave each other all alone right here like this
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| On the streets of Philadelphia
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| Ooh, my, my, my, my
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| On the streets of Philadelphia
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| In the City of Brotherly Love
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| Ooh, my, my, my, my
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| On the streets of Philadelphia
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| Ooh, my, my, my
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| Ooh, my, my, my |