Born To Run

On the day we sweated it out in the roads going through of an American dream
At night we ride by mansions of the fame in the suicide machines
Risen frameworks out on highway 9,
Chrome turned, the injected fuel and step pin ' out over the line
Baby this city tears the bones up of your back
It is a death trap, it actual a suicide pounding
We received to go out, while we are young
` a cause tramps as we, baby, who we were born, in order to let run

Wendy left me, inside, which would like to be I your friend
I would like to protect your dreams and sights
All around these velvet edges and belts your hands over machines mean straight packing your legs
Together we could break this trap
> We run, until we fall, baby, who we never go back
Will go you with me out on the line
> ` a cause baby am I scared and lonely passengers straight
But I received to find out how it believes
> I would like to know, if love is wild, girls, whom I would like to know, if love is material

Beyond the palace scream hemi propelled drones down the splendour road
The girls comb their hair in rearview the mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
> The maintenance park rises fat and rigidly
Kid huddled on the beach in a fog
> I would like to die with you Wendy on the roads this evening
In one everlasting kiss

The highway accumulated with defective Heroes on last probability a machine drive
Everyone on the run this evening is not a place however there out to hide to the left to itself
Together we live Wendy with sadness
> I love you with that whole verruecktheit in my soul
A daily girl I do not know, when we will come to this place
> Where we to really go would like to go and we into the sun
But, until then like we baby tramps, were born we, in order to run