| It's evening I put the kids to sleep again
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| To my wife, I smoke but smoke
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| I walk quietly into the garage, closing the door behind me
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| I enjoyed my last hour with a friend
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| We spent years with Jari
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| And damn precise adjustments were tuned into it
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| Bilstein took care of the suspension, Weber crowned the gassing
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| But not that pile for an hour
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| Two hundred cottage roads when Escortilla loads
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| There is a handle above for easy water
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| Exhausted pairs of screws to reach
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| Nerves straight from deep ice
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| Heroes of gravel roads
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| When the first race we set off
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| The class win home driven it was decided
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| There were high expectations for Jarin's cousin's sheet music
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| This road is completely straightforward for us today
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| We at the starting level shook hands
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| Because of this dream of ours, work was thrown out
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| When I press the bottom of the gas
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| I forget that bank loan
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| Secured by the family home
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| Two hundred cottage roads when Escortilla loads
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| There are piss in the sock again, the notes are lost
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| Jump a hundred over a pin, not when you pull a long jump
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| The trousers will be exchanged
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| I trusted Jarin's words
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| Read a fatal note
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| The race crashed into the third corner from us
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| With the trailer, the carcass was brought
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| The flasks were watered
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| Jarin's card got wet on the four-way radar
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| The wife decided to give up the race
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| Now the tears of the crocodile are drunk
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| When I saw BDA Escort in Eurosport
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| I called Jari we still sometimes drive |