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Olle Hedberg lyrics : "Born To Run"

In the day, we sweat it out on the streets
Of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through 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


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 till 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 wanna know if love is wild, babe
I wanna know if love is real


Beyond the palace, hemi-powered drones
Scream down the boulevard
Girls comb their hair in rear view mirrors

And the boys try to look so hard
The amu!@&(t 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


One, two, three, four!
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 till then, tramps like us, baby, we were born to run
Oh honey, tramps like us, baby, we were born to run

Come on Wendy, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run
Whoa, oh

Mmmm
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, whoa, whoa

Mmmm
Whoa, whoa, whoa

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