| Cry
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| Of the road tonight
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| Motorcycle fights
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| Through the time
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| Wheels
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| Nailed to motorway
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| Counting miles away
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| It’s not me
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| Well, I guess I am superhero
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| When I take you by the hand
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| All the words are dead in a wind blow
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| Rebecca
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| Wild
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| Streets like open space
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| Dark, they form the face
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| Of the desperation
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| Leave
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| Smell of gasoline
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| My beloved machine
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| For next generation
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| We like king and queen in our kingdom
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| And I know there is no end
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| Till we moving faster than wind blow
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| Rebecca
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| She looks through the glass
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| Raindrops are cold
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| Merging and deviding
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| We’re chasing the end of white line
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| We’re the ones who are faster than time, time time
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| We’re chasing the end of white line
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| We’re the ones who are faster than time, time time |