| In the day we sweat it out on 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 on Highway 9
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| Chrome-wheeled, fuel-injected and steppin' way over the line
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| Oh, baby, this town rips the bones from your back
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| It’s a death trap
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| It’s a suicide rap
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| Y’gotta get out while you’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 wanna guard your dreams and your visions
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| Just wrap your legs 'round my 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 'til we drop, and, baby, we’ll never go back
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| Oh, will you walk with me out on the wire?
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| 'Cause, baby, I’m a scared and lonely rider
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| But I gotta find out how it feels
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| I wanna know if love is wild
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| I wanna know if love is real
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| Can you show me?
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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, and the boys try to look so hard
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| The amusement park rises bold and stark, kids are huddled on the beach in the
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| mist
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| I wanna die with you, Wendy, on the street tonight 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 on the run tonight, there ain’t no place left to hide
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| Together, Wendy, we’ll live with the sadness, I’ll love you with all the
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| madness in my soul
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| Oh, someday, girl, I don’t know when
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| We’ll get to that place we really wanna go, and we’ll walk in the sun
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| 'Cause, tramps like us, baby, we were born to run
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| Born to run |