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   geraldkrug to All   
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   13 Sep 23 13:14:49   
   
   From: lordyumyum@gmail.com   
      
   Born To Run   
   Song by Bruce Springsteen   
      
   In the day we sweat it out on the streets   
   Of a runaway American dream   
   At night we ride through the mansions of glory   
   In suicide machines   
   Sprung from cages on Highway 9   
   Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin' out over the line   
   Oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back   
   It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap   
   We gotta get out while we're young   
   'Cause tramps like us, baby, we were born to run   
   Yes, girl, we were   
   Wendy, let me in, I wanna be your friend   
   I wanna guard your dreams and visions   
   Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims   
   And strap your hands 'cross my engines   
   Together we could break this trap   
   We'll run 'til we drop, baby, we'll never go back   
   Oh, will you walk with me out on the wire?   
   'Cause, baby, I'm just a scared and lonely rider   
   But I gotta know how it feels   
   I want to know if love is wild   
   Babe, I want to know if love is real   
   Oh, can you show me   
   Beyond the Palace, hemi-powered drones   
   Scream down the boulevard   
   Girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors   
   And the boys try to look so hard   
   The amusement park rises bold and stark   
   Kids are huddled on the beach in the mist   
   I wanna die with you, Wendy, on the street tonight   
   In an everlasting kiss   
   The highway's jammed with broken heroes   
   On a last chance power drive   
   Everybody's out on the run tonight   
   But there's no place left to hide   
   Together, Wendy, we can live with the sadness   
   I'll love you with all the madness in my soul   
   Oh, someday, girl, I don't know when   
   We're gonna get to that place   
   Where we really wanna go and we'll walk in the sun   
   But 'til then, tramps like us   
   Baby, we were born to run   
   Oh honey, tramps like us   
   Baby, we were born to run   
   Come on with me, tramps like us   
   Baby, we were born to run   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)   

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