| One soft infested summer, me and terry became friends
trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in
catching rides to the outskirts, tying faith between our teeth
sleeping in that old abandoned beach house, getting wasted in the heat
and hiding on the backstreets
hiding on the backstreets
with a love so hard and filled with defeat
running for our lives at night on them backstreets
Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at stockton's wing
where desperate lovers park, we sat with the last of the duke street kings
huddled in our cars, waiting for the bells that ring
in the deep heart of the night they set us loose of everything
to go running on the backstreets
running on the backstreets
terry, you swore we'd live forever
taking it on them backstreets together
Endless juke joints and valentino drag
where famous dancers scraped the tears up off the street, dressed down in rags
running into the darkness, some hurt bad, some really dying
at night sometimes it seemed you could hear the whole damn city crying
blame it on the lies that killed us, blame it on the truth that ran us down
you can blame it all on me, terry, it don't matter to me now
when the breakdown hit at midnight, there was nothing to say
but i hated him, and i hated you when you went away
Laying here in the dark, you're like an angel on my chest
just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness
remember all the movies, terry, we'd go see
trying to learn to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be
and after all this time, to find we're just like all the rest
stranded in the park and forced to confess
to hiding on the backstreets
hiding on the backstreets
where we swore forever friends
on the backstreets until the end
Hiding on the backstreets
hiding on the backstreets
hiding on the backstreets
hiding on the backstreets
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