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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 and stepping 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 got to get out while we're young |
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Because tramps like us, baby we were born to run |
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Wendy let me in, I want to be your friend |
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I want to guard your dreams and visions |
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Just wrap your legs around 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 until 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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Because baby, I'm just a scared and lonely rider |
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But I got to find out how it feels |
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I want to know if 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 rear-view 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 want to 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 on a last chance power drive |
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Everybody's out on the run tonight 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 we're going to get to that place |
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Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun |
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But until then tramps like us, baby we were born to run |
