Cifra de Born To Run (acoustic) - Moving Pictures
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Primeiro acorde: C 10 acordes identificados
Capo 4
Intro: C F G C F G
verse 1:
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
verse 2:
F Am
Sprung from cages on Highway 9
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and stepping out over the line
Bb F Am
Ohh, 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, oh
verse 3:
Wendy let me in, I wanna be your friend
I wanna guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims
And strap your hands 'cross my engines
verse 4:
Together we could break this trap
We'll run till we drop, baby, we'll never go back
Bb F Am
Ohh, will you walk with me out on the wild
'Cause baby, I'm just a scared and a lonely rider
But I gotta know how it feels
I wanna know if love is wild, babe, I wanna know if love is real
Oh oh, can you show me
INTERLUDE: C F G Am G C Gm
Bridge:
Beyond the Palace, hemi powered drones
Eb
Scream down the boulevard
Girls comb there hair in rear view mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you, Wendy, on the street tonight
In an everlasting kiss
VERSE 5:
The highway's jammed with broken heroes
On a last chance power drive
And everybody's out on the run tonight
'Cause there's no place left to hide
VERSE 6:
Together, Wendy, we can live with the sadness
I love you with all the madness in my soul
Bb F Am
Ohh, 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
'Til then, tramps like us, baby we were born to run
Ah honey, tramps like us, baby we were born to run, ah come on now, Wendy
F G C
Tramps like us, baby we were born to run
OUTRO: (## fade to end ##)
Oh oh oh, ohh whoa whoa, whoa oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, ohh whoa whoa, whoa oh oh oh oh, yeah
She's a mixed up, shook up girl___
She's a mixed up, shook up girl___
She's a mixed up, shook up girl___
She's a mixed up, shook up girl___