When I jump into my car, I turn the volume up
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I shake my head against the beat, then I can feel my pulse
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The sign of living fast
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Hear my motor purr
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Get right, get right
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The race is my religion, the steering wheel my heart
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I know I am burning my life, I'm sitting near to Death
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Screaming at the windscreen
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It's more than I can bear
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Get right, get right
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[Chorus]
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Hear the crushing steel, tears in my eyes
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Where is my glory, I feel so sad
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Start to make the wheels squeal, I love this sound of pain
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Suddenly I felt the wind, blow into my head
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Then I saw a man
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And I heard his voice
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"He's dying, he's dying"
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It was on a Friday morning
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And on a foggy street
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On the road I could see
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The lorry of Death seeming to rise from nowhere
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Car Crash
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| Invictus |
