Devils Arcade

Michael Dickes

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    Remember the morning we dug up your gun
    The worms in the barrel, and the hanging sun
    Those first nervous evenings of perfume and gin
    The lost smell on your breath as I helped you get it in
    The rush of your lips, the feel of your name
    The beat in your heart, the devil's arcade
    Hey

    You said "Heroes are needed, so heroes get made"
    Somebody made a bet, somebody paid
    The cool desert morning and nothing to save
    Just metal and plastic where your body caved
    The slow games of poker with Lieutenant Ray
    In the ward with the blue walls, a sea with no name
    You drift with the heroes of the devil's arcade
    Hey, hey

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    You sleep and you dream, your buddies Charlie and James
    And wake with a thick desert dust on your skin
    Oh, hey

    A voice says "don't worry, I'm here
    Just whisper the word tomorrow in my ear"
    House on a quiet street, a home for the brave
    A glorious kingdom with the sun on your face
    Rising from a long night as dark as the grave
    On a thin chain of next moments and something like faith
    On a morning to order a breakfast to make
    A bed draped in sunshine, a body that waits
    For the touch of your fingers, the end of the day
    The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart
    The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart
    The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
    The beat of your heart, the slow burning away
    Of the bitter fires of the devil's arcade
    Hey, hey
    Ohhhhhhh

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    Composición: Bruce Springsteen

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