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highway's jammed with broken heroes
on a last-chance power drive
everybody's out on the road tonight, but
there's no place left to hide
together wendy, we can live with this 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