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      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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