| We found ourselves in the town
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| With the fastest cars around
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| Last night, that girl, Lucille
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| Had us falling on the ground
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| You won’t slow us down, just one more round
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| Outside lane and Luke’s in pain
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| Got the words but can’t explain
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| A foot flat to the floor means that
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| We’re certain that we’re gonna catch that plane
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| That’s just insane
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| We’re going one fifty five in the wrong direction
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| We’re going one five five gotta make that flight
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| We’re going one fifty five in the wrong direction
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| We’re going one five five all night, so come on
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| We found Verona looking for Milan
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| Suicidal over-drive
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| A crazy Parisian in his hands was all our lives
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| What a ride
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| Watching the time tick by now
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| Went west but east looks right now
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| Just on course to survive
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| Let me out of this damn car now
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| Don’t know where the hell we are now
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| Will we make it out alive? |
| We got to try
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| Roman style on a quarter mile
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| Think the speed’s now in my head
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| Dreams of Jack keep us alive
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| With the dirt under Eddy’s bed
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| We’re going one fifty five in the wrong direction
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| We’re going one five five gotta make that flight
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| We’re going one fifty five in the wrong direction
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| We’re going one five five all night, can we survive? |