You¡¯ve not seen the white smoke for years
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It seems to me you¡¯ve stripped out
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Stripped out all your gears
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You know it will whip you a bit
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Don¡¯t know if you can handle it
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But you can taste it, you taste the thrill
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Come on come on just one more mile
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You can make it if you will
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I want to race, I wish you¡¯d race
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I want to race you there
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Step on out and step on in
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To a race that never ends
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Drop it out you know it drags you down
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Rather turn your head to see a blurry crown
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But then you¡¯ve been here before
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It¡¯s sounding better, better more and more
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Chorus
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This thing, the call
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Decision based on knowing
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You¡¯ve joined the race
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And know it¡¯s got you goin¡¯
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Bloodstream is pumping
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One hundred miles an hour
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You¡¯re set, to go
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You know it¡¯s now or not at all
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Let¡¯s get it started
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Race
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