"And I spent time 'neath the trestlesWith the punks and the dimestore saintsWe kept faith and a switchblade tucked beneath my coatAnd I ran with dirty angelsSlept out in the rainWe were scared and tired and barely seventeen"
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"And I spent time 'neath the trestles
With the punks and the dimestore saints
We kept faith and a switchblade tucked beneath my coat
And I ran with dirty angels
Slept out in the rain
We were scared and tired and barely seventeen"
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