| The blood is pumping fast, the eyes are turning black
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| The dices have been cast, there’s no way to turn back
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| Fists are clenched so hard, waiting to break free
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| Someone has to pay, you just wait and see
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| Road rage
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| Road rage
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| The blood is pumping fast, the eyes are turning black
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| The dices have been cast, there’s no way to turn back
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| Fists are clenched so hard, waiting to break free
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| Someone has to pay, you just wait and see
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| Now it’s time for payback, now it’s time to strike
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| The brain feels like it’s burning up, time to jump the dike
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| Firing up th engine, the first ston has been thrown
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| But in the end you’ll only feel tired and alone
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| Now it’s time for payback, now it’s time to strike
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| The brain feels like it’s burning up, time to jump the dike
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| Firing up the engine, the first stone has been thrown
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| But in the end you’ll only feel tired and alone |