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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Brian Nash
Brian Nash
Gitarre
Holly Johnson
Holly Johnson
Stimme und Gesang
Mark O'Toole
Mark O'Toole
Bassgitarre
Paul Rutherford
Paul Rutherford
Stimme und Gesang
Peter Gill
Peter Gill
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Trevor Horn
Trevor Horn
Produzent:in
Frankie Goes to Hollywood
Frankie Goes to Hollywood
Produzent:in
Ian Cooper
Ian Cooper
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 out on Highway 9
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin' out over the line
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
Wendy, let me in, I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet hips
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
[Verse 4]
Oh, will you walk with me out on the wire?
'Cause baby, I'm a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta know how it feels
I want to know if love is wild
I want to know if love is real
[Verse 5]
Beyond the palace, semi-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
[Verse 6]
The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance powerdrive
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
[Verse 7]
Oh, some day, girl, I don't know when
We're gonna get to the place that we really wanna go
And we'll walk in the sun
But till then, baby, we were born to run
Baby, we were born to run
Tramps like us, baby, we were born to run
Oh
Yes, born to run
Written by: Bruce Springsteen
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