Bruce Springsteen – Song For Orphans (Guitar)

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Well the multitude assembled and tried to make the noise

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Them black blind poet generals and restless loud white boys

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But time's grew thin and the axis grew somehow incomplete

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Where instead of child lions we had aging junkie sheep

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Well how many wasted have I seen signed "Hollywood or bust"

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And left to ride the ever ghostly Arizona gusts

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Cheerleader tramps and kids with big amps sounding in the void

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High society vamps, ex-heavyweight champs mistaking soot for soil

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So break me now big Mama, as Old Faithful breaks the day

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Believe me my good Linda, the aurora will shine the way

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The confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay

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The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your muscles play

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Well the doorstep blanket weaver, Madonna pushes bells

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From house to house I see her giving last kisses and wishing well

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To every gypsy mystic hero that the kids might find a place

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Who get lost forever to mom and pop, on their weekends out in space

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Well sons they search for fathers, but the fathers are all gone

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The lost souls search for saviors, but saviors don't last long

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Those nameless questless renegade brats who live their lives in song

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They run the length of a candle with a goodnight whisper then they're gone

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So break me now big Mama, as Old Faithful breaks the day

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Believe me my good Linda, the aurora will shine the way

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The confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay

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The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your muscles play

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Well the missions are filled with hermits, they're looking for a friend

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The terraces are filled with cat-men just looking for a way in

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Those orphans jumped on silver mountains lost in celestial alleyways

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They wait for that old tramp Dog Man Moses, he takes in all the strays

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Now don't you grow on empty legends, or lonely cradle songs

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Billy the Kid was just a bowery boy who made a living twirling his guns

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The night she's long and lanky, and she speaks in a mother tongue

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She lullabies the refugees with an amplifier's hum

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So break me now big Mama, as Old Faithful breaks the day

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Believe me my good Linda, the aurora will shine the way

        Bm            A                G
The confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay

     D              G                   A                 D
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your muscles play

        Bm            A               G
The confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay

     D              G                   A                 D
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your muscles play