| First in line, second turn
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| I wount give up un til the rubber burn
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| Clear site, a moment of fright
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| Green light, out of sight
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| My thoughts my self an the weels
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| It feals imposible to break free
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| The wrong conclutions, make me feal
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| Sterio interleaved
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| Ref:
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| This is my pashion, it takes controll
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| I tryed to stop but they wount lett me go
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| Its time to make it, its right ahead
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| Their right behind me and they wount me dead
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| Il keep on moveing, it takes control
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| I have to stop but they wount let me go
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| If i let them catsh me il be dead
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| Crash boom bang feal the burn
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| Its only me and it os not to consern
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| Il make the fast turns, and let it flow
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| Lets hear the signal, and im ready to go
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| Its my last shans final gole
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| This is my problem and it has To be solved
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| But i wil make it, im almost there
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| Ive done it now yes i have concured my fear
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| Ref:
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| This is my passhion, it takes controll
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| I have to stop, but it wount let me go
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| Yes i wil make it, its right a head
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| Their right behind me and they want me dead
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| Il keep on moving, ive got controll
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| I have to stop but they want let me go
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| If i let them catsh me il be dead |