| Rebel racer speeding on Will you ever reach the sun?
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| Blazing chrome, gleam machine
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| Fastest thing you’ve ever seen
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| Melting rubber clear a turn
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| You can smell the tires burn
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| Rapid speed, really steaming
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| Beyond the realms of death
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| With each unspoken breath
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| There’s nothing you can’t face
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| In a death race
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| Straightforeward course not hard to hold
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| Into the mists, nights so cold
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| You create a battle zone
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| Engine grinds to the bone
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| Smell of gas fills the air
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| Fuel leak, best beware
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| Driving hard, no second thought
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| Warning lights, don’t get caught
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| Aiming for the blazing sun
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| So close he thinks the battle’s won
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| Fuel blows from a single spark
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| Fireball lights up the dark
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| Rebel racer is no more
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| Battle’s lost, black smoke and gore
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| Time forgets another soul
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| One more mark on the death toll
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| Beyond the realms of death
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| With each unspoken breath
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| Explosion leaves no trace
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| In a death race |