[Originally by Bruce Springsteen]
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In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
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At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
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Sprung from cages out on HighWay 9
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Chrome wheeled, fuel injected
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And steppin' out over the line
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Baby this town rips the bones from your back
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It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
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We gotta get out while we're young
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'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run
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Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
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I want to guard your dreams and visions
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Just wraps your legs 'round these velvet rims
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And strap your hands across my engines
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Together we could break this trap
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We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back
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Will you walk with me out on the wire
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'Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider
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But I gotta know how it feels
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I want to know if your love is wild
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Girl I want to know if love is real
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Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
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The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
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And the boys try to look so hard
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The amusement park rises bold and stark
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Kids are huddled on the beach on a mist
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I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight
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In an everlasting kiss
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The highway's jammed with broken heroes
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On a last chance power drive
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Everybody's out on the run tonight
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But there's no place left to hide
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Together Wendy we can live with the sadness
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I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
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Someday girl I don't know when
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We're gonna get to that place
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Where we really want to go
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And we'll walk in the sun
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But till then tramps like us
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Baby we were born to run
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Born To Run
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| Suzi Quatro |
