| When I’m driving down the road
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| I want to feel the speed
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| I push my machine to the max
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| This is what I need
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| My fingers gripping, grip so tight
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| My foot is to the floor
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| My blood is racing through my veins
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| This is my reward
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| Test my fate by living on the edge (on the edge)
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| And if I die I die just like so many others
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| Man and machine —
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| I can’t hide my need for speed, I’m the man
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| Man and machine —
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| And I’ll try fast as can be
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| My heart is beating with such might
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| I feel it might explode
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| Throwing caution to the wind
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| It flattens down the road
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| The sirens screaming, scream so loud
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| I laugh and sing along
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| The engine makes a noise so sweet
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| As sweet as any sound
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| I feel my hair is standing on its edge (on its edge)
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| I lose control just around the bend
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| Tires squealing, ripping metal
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| It’s over in seconds
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| It was so orchestral
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| My body now is beaten and battered
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| As fast as it could be
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| Was all that had mattered
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| Man and machine —
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| I can’t hide my need for speed, I’m the man
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| Man and machine —
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| If I die don’t cry for me, I’m the man
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| Man and machine —
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| Oh, we’re as one, man and machine
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| Man and machine… |