Number of Lyrics in Album : 8
By Bruce Springsteen, One soft, infested summer
Me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain
By Bruce Springsteen, In the day, we sweat it out on the streets
Of
By Bruce Springsteen, The Rangers had a homecoming
In Harlem late last night
And the
By Bruce Springsteen, Hey, Eddie, can you lend me a few bucks
And tonight
By Bruce Springsteen, You get up every morning at the sound of the
By Bruce Springsteen, With her killer graces
And her secret places
That no boy can
By Bruce Springsteen, Tear drops on the city
Bad Scooter searching for his groove
Seem
By Bruce Springsteen, The screen door slams
Mary's dress sways
Like a vision
