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 we cut loose from everything
to go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets –
Terry,
we swore we'd live forever, takin' on them backstreets together.
B.
Springsteen, Backstreets
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