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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.

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.²

Born to Run, BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN