Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
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engines pumping and thumping in time.
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the green light flashes, the flags go up.
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churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
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they deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
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fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
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reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
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their prowess is potent and secretly stern.
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as they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
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the fans get up and they get out of town.
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the arena is empty except for one man,
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still driving and striving as fast as he can.
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the sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
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and long ago somebody left with the cup.
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but he's driving and striving and hugging the turns.
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and thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
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he's going the distance.
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he's going for speed.
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she's all alone
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all alone in her time of need.
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because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
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he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
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he's going the distance.
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no trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
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he's haunted by something he cannot define.
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bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
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assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
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in his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade.
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she's hoping in time that her memories will fade.
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cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
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he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
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the sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
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and long ago somebody left with the cup.
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but he's striving and driving and hugging the turns.
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and thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
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cause he's going the distance.
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he's going for speed.
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she's all alone
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all alone in her time of need.
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because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
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he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
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he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
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he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
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he's going the distance.
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he's going for speed.
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he's going the distance.
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The Distance
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