Springsteen & I Page #7

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Of a runaway American dream

At night we ride

through the mansions of gly

In suicide machines

Sprung from cages

out on highway 9

Chrome wheeled, fuel injected,

and steppin' out over the line

Whoa, 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 want to guard

your dreams and visions

Just wrap your legs

'round these velvet rims

And strap your hans

'cross my engines

Together we could

break this trap

We'll run till we drop,

baby we'll never go back

Whoa, will you walk

with me out on the wire

Cause baby I'm just

'a scared and lonely rider

But I gotta knw how it feels

I want to know if love is wild

I want to know if love is real

Can you show me?

One, two, three!

Beyond the palace

hemi-powered drones

Scream down the boulevard

Girls comb their hr

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 a mist

I wanna die with you

Wendy on the street tonight

In an everlasting kiss

One, two, three!

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 alle

madness in my soul

Whoa, someday girl

I don't know when

We're gonna get to that place

Where we really wanna o

And we'll walk in the sun

But till then tramps like us

Baby we were born to rn

Tramps like us

Baby we were born to rn

Tramps like us

Baby we were born to run

(WE TAKE CARE OF OUR OWN

PLAYING)

I've been knocking on the

door that holds the throne

I've been looking for the

map that leads me home

I've been stumbling on

good hearts turned to ste

The road of good intentis

has gone dry as bone

We take care of our own

We take care of our own

Wherever this flag's flon

We take care of our own

From Chicago to New Orleans

From the muscle to the bone

From the shotgun shack

to the Super Dome

There ain't no help,

the cavalry stayed home

There ain't no one

hearing the bugle blowin'

We take care of our own

We take care of our own

Wherever this flag's flon

We take care of our own

Where're the eyes,

the eyes with the will to e

Where's the hearts

that run over with mercy

Where's the love that

has not forsaken me

Where's the work that'll

set my hands, my soul free

Where's the spirit

to reign rain over me

Where's the promise,

from sea to shining sea

Where's the promise,

from sea to shining sea

Wherever this flag is flown

Wherever this flag is flown

Wherever this flag is flown

We take care of our own

We take care of our own

Wherever this flag is flown

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