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And your strength is devastating in the face of all these odds. Remember how I kept you waiting when it was my turn to be the god. - Bruce Springsteen
" "And your strength is devastating in the face of all these odds. Remember how I kept you waiting when it was my turn to be the god.
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About Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen (born 23 September 1949) is an American singer, songwriter, and guitarist. He has released 20 studio albums, many of which feature his backing band the E Street Band. Originally from the Jersey Shore, he is one of the originators of the heartland rock style of music, combining mainstream rock musical style with narrative songs about working class American life. During a career that has spanned six decades, Springsteen has become known for his poetic, socially conscious lyrics and energetic stage performances, sometimes lasting up to four hours in length. He has been nicknamed "the Boss".
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Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen
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The Boss
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