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The Wish
Bruce Springsteen
Dirty old street all slushed up in the rain and snow
Little boy and his ma shivering outside a rundown music store window
That night on top of a Christmas tree shines one beautiful star
And lying underneath a brandI remember in the morning, ma, hearing your alarm clock ring
I'd lie in bed and listen to you gettin' ready for work
And the ladies at the office, all lipstick, perfume and rustlin' skirts
The sound of your makeup case on the sink
If pa's eyes were windows into a world so deadly and true
And how proud and happy you always looked walking home from work
You couldn't stop me from looking but you kept me from crawlin' through
And if it's a funny old world, mama, where a little boy's wishes come true
Well I got a few in my pocket and a special one just for you
It ain't no house on a hill with a garden and a nice little yard
We'll find us a little rock 'n roll bar and baby we'll go out and dance
It ain't no phone call on Sunday, flowers or a mother's day card
Well it was me in my Beatle boots, you in pink curlers and matador pants
I got my hot rod down on Bond Street, I'm older but you'll know me in a glance
Pullin' me up on the couch to do the twist for my uncles and aunts
Well I found a girl of my own now, ma, I popped the question on your birthday
And say what it was that I had to say
She stood waiting on the front porch while you were telling me to get out there
Last night we all sat around laughing at the things that guitar brought us
Well tonight I'm takin's requests here in the kitchen
This one's for you, ma, let me come right out and say it
It's overdue, but baby, if you're looking for a sad song, well I ain't gonna play itAnd I layed awake thinking 'bout the other things it's brought us
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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