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Born to Run Lyrics: 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...
Bruce Springsteen 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 out on Highway 9. Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line.
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"Born to Run" is a song by the American singer-songwriter Bruce Springsteen and the title track of his third studio album, Born to Run (1975). It was Springsteen's first worldwide single release, although it achieved little initial success outside of the United States.
Born to Run Lyrics by Bruce Springsteen from the Greatest Hits album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through the mansions of glory i….
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Aug 25, 1975 · Lyrics. 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. Baby this town rips the bones from your back. It’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap.
Born to Run Lyrics by Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band from the Live 1975-85 album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through the mansions of glory …
BORN TO RUN. Album version. 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 stepping out over the line. Whoah baby, this town rips the bones from your back.
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 nine, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin' out over the line. Oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back.
