| I was crazy to think crazy to chase
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| Chasing this automobile
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| I tend to think were you ready to race
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| Racing this automobile
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| It’s a machine it’s the one in my dreams
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| It’s taking me out of control it slips
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| Through my hands on the wheel
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| Don’t you know how it feels
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| When you’re driving your dreams
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| Through a pole
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| I hate your face I hate the wall
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| I’m sick of staring at the wall
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| I hate the mirror with alcohol
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| There is no wall
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| All I remember is the sound
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| Of squealing tires
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| The road disappeared only to be
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| Replaced by the sound of twisted steel
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| The collision was swift
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| And the next thing I knew
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| Was that I might be dead
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| All my life passed before my eyes
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| When I opened my eyes
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| I was looking at you
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| They sent you here to take care of me
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| I don’t know your name
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| I can’t hear your voice
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| I can’t speak
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| And all I do is wait for you to feed me
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| They said the road was slick
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| I said I’ve been feeling sick
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| My head went through the mirror
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| Why did they send you here
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| I want to get up and shake you loose
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| I want to be free of these machines
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| I want to be released from this dream
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| I want to be another machine |