| Can I play with madness? |
| Can I ride the lightening?
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| Flirting with disaster, I got my own course
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| A little bit of violence, feeling something loco
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| Make this thing go faster, I’ve got my own sense
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| Go faster, go faster
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| Go faster, you’re flirting with disaster
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| Go faster, go faster
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| Disaster, you’re flirting with disaster
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| Taken to the limit, beaten to submission
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| On my (own) two wheeled mission far away from home
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| Riding the last highway, I’ll lose you at the crossroads
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| Burning in the desert, relined all the way
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| Go faster, go faster
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| Go faster, you’re flirting with disaster
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| Go faster, go faster
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| Disaster, you’re flirting with disaster
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| Go faster, go faster
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| Go faster, you’re flirting with disaster
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| Go faster, go faster
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| Disaster, you’re flirting with disaster
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| Ducking the man’s radar, passing through the station
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| Don’t smell no motorolas, I’m in no one’s sight
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| Gone since I remember, last to see the desert
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| (My) Only lasting memories, the ones I left behind |