| Movin' down the back streets
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| Pass the speed of light
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| Sparks burn inside me
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| Gas and air adjusted right
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| Layin' down some rubber
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| Needle’s in the red
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| I’m blowin' away
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| On the edge
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| Never ceasing, never ending
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| My machine’s what I live for
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| Don’t ever try to pass me
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| Cause I’ll even up the score
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| Cool, and lean and righteous
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| Slipping through the air
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| I play for keeps
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| But won’t play fair
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| And I’m street, street lethal
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| Poundin' down the back roads
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| Higher than a steeple
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| Street, street lethal
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| Come and watch me ride
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| Movin' down the pavement
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| Don’t get in my hair
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| Exploding in your faces
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| Like a match to liquid air
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| Bolting down the back straights
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| Spilling round the curves
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| I’ll give you all
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| Your just desserts
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| One explosion then another
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| Feeling it excel
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| Put the road behind me
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| Keep my feet out of hell
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| Pulling up into the heavens
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| Blowing past a shooting star
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| First I’m near
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| Then I’m far
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| And I’m street, street lethal
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| Poundin' down the back roads
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| Higher than a steeple
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| Street, street lethal
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| Come and watch me ride
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| On this four wheel heart attack
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| Customized to cut no slack
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| And I’m street, street lethal
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| Poundin' down the back roads
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| Higher than a steeple
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| Street, street lethal
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| Come and watch me ride
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| Street, street lethal
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| Poundin' down the back roads
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| Higher than a steeple
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| Street, street lethal
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| Come and watch me
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| Ride |