| In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
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| At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines
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| Sprung from cages out on highway nine,
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| Chrome wheeled, fuel injected,and steppin' out over the line
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| H-Oh, 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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| Yes, girl we were
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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 wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
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| And strap your hands 'cross 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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| H-Oh, 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 love is wild
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| Babe I want to know if love is real
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| Oh, can you show me
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| Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
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| 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 in a mist
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| I wanna die with you Wendy on the street tonight
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| In an everlasting kiss
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| One, two, three, four!
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| The highway's jammed with broken heroes 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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| H-Oh, 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 wanna 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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| Oh honey, tramps like us
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| Baby we were born to run
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| Come on with me, tramps like us
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| Baby we were born to run |