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Bruce Springsteen Nebraska I saw her standin' on her front lawn just twirlin' her baton From the town of Lincoln Nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done The jury brought in a guilty verdict and the judge he sentenced me to death Sheriff when the man pulls that switch sir and snaps my poor head back They declared me unfit to live said into that great void my soul'd be hurled |
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