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Bruce Springsteen : Born In The USA
1984

  1. Born In The USA
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  2. Cover Me
  3. Darlington Country
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  4. Working On The Highway
  5. Downbound Train
  6. I'm On Fire

  7. No Surrender
  8. Bobby Jean
  9. I'm Goin' Down
  10. Glory Days
  11. Dancing In The Dark
  12. My Hometown

Born In The USA

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Born down in a dead man's town The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
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End up like a dog that's been beat too much Till you spend half your life just covering up
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Born in the USA, I was born in the USA
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I was born in the USA, born in the USA now Got in a little hometown jam So they put a rifle in my hand Sent me off to a foreign land To go and kill the yellow man Born in the USA, I was born in the USA I was born in the USA, born in the USA now Come back home to the refinery Hiring man said "Son if it was up to me" Went down to see my VA man He said "Son, don't you understand now?" |
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I had a brother at Khe Sanh Fighting off the Viet Cong
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They're still there, he's all gone
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He had a woman he loved in Saigon
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I got a picture of him in her arms now Down in the shadow of the penitentiary Out by the gas fires of the refinery I'm ten years burning down the road Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go Born in the USA, I was born in the USA Born in the USA, I'm a long gone Daddy in the USA now Born in the USA, born in the USA Born in the USA, I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the USA now |
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Cover Me

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The times are tough now, just getting tougher
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This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher
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Cover me, come on in baby, cover me
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Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me Now promise me baby you won't let them find us Hold me in your arms, let's let our love blind us Cover me, shut the door and cover me Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
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Outside's the rain, the driving snow
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I can hear the wild wind blowing
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Turn out the light, bolt the door
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I ain't going out there no more This whole world is out there just trying to score I've seen enough I don't want to see any more Cover me, come on in and cover me I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
Guitar solo over verse chords
Outside's the rain, the driving snow I can hear the wild wind blowing Turn out the light, bolt the door I ain't going out there no more This whole world is out there just trying to score I've seen enough I don't want to see any more Cover me, wrap your arms around me, cover me Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me Oh, I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me Yeah, I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
To fade out

Darlington Country

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Driving into Darlington County Me and Wayne on the Fourth of July Driving into Darlington County Lookin' for some work on the county line
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We drove down from New York City Where the girls are pretty but they just wanna know your name
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Driving into Darlington City Got a union connection with an uncle of Wayne's
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We drove eight hundred miles without seeing a cop
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We got rock and roll music blasting off the T-top
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Singing sha-la la, sha la la la la la
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Sha-la la la la la la
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Sha-la la, sha-la la la la la
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Sha-la la la la la la Hey little girl, standing on the corner Today's your lucky day for sure, all right Me and my buddy, we're from New York City We got two hundred dollars, we want to rock all night Girl, you're lookin' at two big spenders Why, the world don't know what me and Wayne might do Our pa's each own one of the World Trade Centers For a kiss and a smile I'll give mine all to you C'mon baby, take a seat on the fender It's a long night, tell me, what else were you gonna do? Just me and you, we could... Singing sha-la la... |
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Little girl, sittin' in the window Ain't seen my buddy in seven days County man tells me the same thing He don't work, and he don't get paid
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Little girl, you're so young and pretty Walk with me and you can have your way
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Then we'll leave this Darlington City
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For a ride down that Dixie Highway
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Driving out of Darlington County I seen the glory of the comin' of the Lord Driving out of Darlington County Seen Wayne handcuffed to the bumper of a state trooper's Ford
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Sha-la la...

Working On The Highway

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Friday night's pay night, guys fresh out of work
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Talking about the weekend, scrubbing off the dirt
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Some heading home to their families, some looking to get hurt
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Some going down to Stovell wearing trouble on their shirts I work for the county out on ninety-five All day I hold a red flag and watch the traffic pass me by In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little miss Someday mister I'm gonna lead a better life than this
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Working on the highway, laying down the blacktop Working on the highway, all day long I don't stop Working on the highway, blasting through the bedrock Working on the highway, working on the highway |
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| I met her at a dance down at the union hall She was standing with her brothers back up against the wall Sometimes we'd go walking down the union tracks One day I looked straight at her and she looked straight back Working on the highway, laying down the blacktop Working on the highway, all day long I don't stop Working on the highway, blasting through the bedrock Working on the highway, working on the highway
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Saved up my money and I put it all away
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I went to see her daddy but we didn't have much to say
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"Son can't you see that she's just a little girl?
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She don't know nothing 'bout this cruel cruel world" We lit out down to Florida we got along all right One day her brothers came and got her and they took me in a black and white The prosecutor kept the promise that he made on that day And the judge got mad and he put me straight away I wake up every morning to the work bell clang Me and the warden go swinging on the Charlotte County road gang Working on the highway, laying down the blacktop Working on the highway, all day long I don't stop Working on the highway, blasting through the bedrock Working on the highway, working on the highway Working on the highway, laying down the blacktop Working on the highway, all day long I don't stop Working on the highway, blasting through the bedrock Working on the highway, working on the highway |
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| ... Ooh-ooh-ooh!

Downbound Train

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I had a job, I had a girl
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I had something going mister in this world
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I got laid off down at the lumber yard
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Our love went bad, times got hard
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Now I work down at the car wash
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Where all it ever does is rain
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Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound train? She just said Joe, I gotta go We had it once, we ain't got it any more She packed her bags, left me behind She bought a ticket on the central line Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining I feel her kiss in the misty rain And I feel like I'm a rider on a downbound train
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Last night I heard your voice You were crying, crying, you were so alone You said your love had never died You were waiting for me at home Put on my jacket, I ran through the woods I ran till I thought my chest would explode There in the clearing, beyond the highway In the moonlight, our wedding house shone I rushed through the yard, I burst through the front door My head pounding hard, up the stairs I climbed The room was dark, our bed was empty Then I heard that long whistle whine
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And I dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried Now I swing a sledge hammer on a road gang Knocking down them cross ties, working in the rain Now don't it feel like you're a rider on a downbound train
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I'm On Fire

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Hey little girl, is your daddy home? Did he go away and leave you all alone?
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I got a bad desire
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Oh-oh-oh, I'm on fire Tell me now baby, is he good to you? Can he do to you the things that I do? Oh no, I can take you higher Oh-oh-oh, I'm on fire |
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Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull
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And cut a six inch valley through the middle of my skull At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet And a freight train running through the middle of my head Only you can cool my desire Oh-oh-oh, I'm on fire Oh-oh-oh, I'm on fire Oh-oh-oh, I'm on fire |
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No Surrender

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Ooh...
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Well, we busted out of class
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Had to get away from those fools
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We learned more from a three-minute record, baby
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Than we ever learned in school Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound I can feel my heart begin to pound You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes And follow your dreams down
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Well, we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
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No retreat, baby, no surrender
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Like soldiers in the winter's night with a vow to defend
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No retreat, baby, no surrender Well now young faces grow sad and old And hearts of fire grow cold We swore blood brothers against the wind I'm ready to grow young again And I hear your sister's voice calling us home Across the open yards Well maybe we'll cut someplace of our own With these drums and these guitars We made a promise we swore we'd always remember No retreat, baby, no surrender Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend No retreat, baby, no surrender |
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| Ooh... Ooh... Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim The walls of my room are closing in There's a war outside still raging You say it ain't ours anymore to win I want to sleep beneath peaceful skies In my lover's bed With a wide open country in my heart And this romantic dreams in my head We made a promise we swore we'd always remember No retreat, baby, no surrender Like riders in the stormy night with a vow to defend No retreat, baby, no surrender No retreat, baby, no surrender |
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Bobby Jean

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Well I came by your house the other day
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Your mother said you went away
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She said there was nothing that I could have done
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There was nothing nobody could say Now me and you, we've known each other Ever since we were sixteen I wished I would have known, I wished I could have called you Just to say goodbye, Bobby Jean |
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| Now you hung with me when all the others Turned away, turned up their nose We liked the same music we, liked the same bands We liked the same clothes Yeah we told each other that we were the wildest The wildest things we'd ever seen Now I wished you would have told me, I wish I could've talked to you Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean |
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Now we went walking in the rain
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Talkin' 'bout the pain from the world we hid
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Now there ain't nobody nowhere nohow
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Gonna ever understand me the way you did Well, maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere In some bus or train traveling along In some motel room there'll be a radio playing And you'll hear me sing this song Well if you do you'll know I'm thinking of you And all the miles in between And I'm just calling one last time Not to change your mind
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But just to say I miss you, baby
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Good luck, goodbye, Bobby Jean |
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I'm Goin' Down

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| ... We sit in the car outside your house I can feel the heat coming round I go to put my arm around you You give me a look like I'm way out of bounds Well, you let out one of your bored sighs Well, lately when I look into your eyes I'm goin' down, down, down, down I'm goin' down, down, down, down I'm goin' down, down, down, down I'm goin' down, down, down, down We get dressed up and we go Out, baby, for the night We come home early burnin', burnin' Burnin' in some fire fight I'm sick and tired of your setting me up Setting me up just to knock-a knock-a knock-a me Down, down, down, down I'm goin' down down down down I'm goin' down down down down I'm goin' down down down down
Sax solo over riff x2
I pull you close now, baby But when we kiss I can feel a doubt I remember back when we started My kisses used to turn you inside out I used to drive you to work in the morning Friday night I'd drive you all around You used to love to drive me wild But lately girl you get your kicks from just drivin' me Down, down, down, down I'm goin' down, down, down, down I'm goin' down, down, down, down I'm goin' down, down, down, down

Glory Days

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I had a friend was a big baseball player, back in high school
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He could throw that speedball by ya, make you look like a fool, boy
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Saw him the other night at this roadside bar, I was walking in, he was walking out
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We went back inside, sat down, had a few drinks, but all we kept talking about
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Glory days, yeah they'll pass you by
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Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye
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| Glory days, glory days There was a girl that lives up the block, back in school she could turn all the boys heads Sometimes on Friday I'll stop by and have a few drinks, after she put her kids to bed Her and her husband Bobby, well they split up, I guess it's two years gone by now We just sit around talking about the old times She says when she feels like crying she starts laughing thinking about Glory days, yeah they'll pass you by Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days, glory days Think I'm going down to the well tonight, and I'm gonna drink till I get my fill I hope when I get older I don't sit around thinking about it, but I probably will Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory of Well the time slips away and leaves you with nothing, mister, but boring stories of Glory days, yeah they'll pass you by Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days, glory days Glory days, yeah they'll pass you by Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days, glory days

Dancing In The Dark

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I get up in the evening And I ain't got nothing to say I come home in the morning
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I go to bed feeling the same way
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I ain't nothing but tired
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Man I'm just tired and bored with myself
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Hey there baby
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) I could use just a little help
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You can't start a fire
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You can't start a fire without a spark
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This gun's for hire
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Even if we're just dancing in the dark Messages keeps getting clearer Radio's on and I'm moving round the place I check my look in the mirror I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face Man, I ain't getting nowhere I'm just living in a dump like this There's something happening somewhere Baby, I just know that there is You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark
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You sit around getting older
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There's a joke here somewhere and it's on me
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I'll shake this world off my shoulders
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Come on, baby, this laugh's on me Stay on the streets of this town And they'll be carving you up alright They say you got to stay hungry Hey baby, I'm just about starving tonight I'm dying for some action I'm sick of sitting round here trying to write this book I need a love reaction Come on now baby, gimme me just one look You can't start a fire Sittin' round crying over a broken heart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark You can't start a fire Worrying about your little world falling apart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark

My Hometown

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I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
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Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
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I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town
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He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around
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This is your hometown, this is your hometown
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This is your hometown, this is your hometown In '65 tension was running high at my high school There was a lot of fights between the black and white, there was nothing you could do Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat there was a gun Words were passed in a shotgun blast troubled times had come To my hometown, my hometown My hometown, my hometown
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Now main street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
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Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
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They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
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Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to
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Your hometown, your hometown, your hometown, your hometown Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting out Packing up our bags maybe heading south I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own now Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around This is your hometown |
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