Arrrgh one blink of an eye is all you get when the starting gun fires
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Tires smoke like a dangerous guy
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Baby¡¯s chest rested firmly on my thigh
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But you think you drive best with a patent-leather sweater vest
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It¡¯s no use to fight The Blaze, Bobby
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The Grease Fire drives the women wild
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The Senators¡¯ Sons wanna call me crazy
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¡®Cause my drive style is my crash style, Bobby
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DEADMAN¡¯S DROP
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Activate the secret tires
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I walk like a vampire ¡®cause I am vampire, Bobby
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As the two came within yards of Deadman¡¯s Drop, Bobby cut the wheel and spun his Blue Car around until he was facing the rest of the Senators¡¯ Sons, whose excitement was now transformed into terror. He turned back just in time to see his girl, Baby, screaming over the side of Deadman¡¯s Drop with Jimmy Blaze in his Bloodred Blade Razoredster. The teenagers rushed to the cliff¡¯s edge to view the carnage only to see Jimmy Blaze, eyes of white flames and mouth full of fangs, had not crashed, but was now piloting his Maximum Unicorn upwards with Baby at his side. Returning to The Night, as he had sworn to do several times during lunch period.
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The American Trilogy (Scene 1: Deadman's Drop)
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