| You don’t know what I feel, I get behind the wheel
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| A feeling in my soul
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| I hyperventilate as I accelerate
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| 'Till I’ve lost all control
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| My speed becomes relentless
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| Contesting all my senses
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| White line appearing faster
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| Prompting death and disaster
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| My supersonic machine
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| Get out of my…
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| Fast lane, like a jet plane
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| Like a freight train, I’m driving insane
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| Addicted to the fast lane
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| Rushing to my brain
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| No time to explain, this is my domain
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| Addicted to the fast lane
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| I look into the mirror, red lights are drawing nearer
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| They think I’ve met my match
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| But I shift into high gear, soon they just disappear
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| You can’t jail what you can’t catch
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| My speed becomes relentless
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| Contesting all my senses
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| White line appearing faster
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| Prompting death and disaster
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| I hear the engines screaming
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| I’m burning up the…
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| Fast lane, like a jet plane
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| Like a freight train, I’m driving insane
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| Addicted to the fast lane
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| Rushing to my brain
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| No time to explain, this is my domain
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| Fast lane
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| Fast lane, like a jet plane
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| Like a freight train, this is my domain
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| Addicted to the fast lane |