Fast pace, day to day
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it¡¯s the only thing that keeps me sane
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Blacktop beneath my wheels,
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blue moon rising above the hills
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Put it in gear, put the pedal down
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and I won't stop til the tank runs out
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Turning the ignition, revving up my engine, tearing up the highway of my life
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Grinding up my gearbox, skipping all the pit stops, blazing right by red traffic lights
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See, some folks like the slow lane... me? I just need the R.P.M.s
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Under the hood, you can hear the sound
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of a restless heart that can't slow down
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So much horsepower in my hands,
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baby try and catch me if you can
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No rear view mirror, and the brakes are shot,
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when life gets tough we kick it up a notch
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Turning the ignition, revving up my engine, tearing up the highway of my life
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Grinding up my gearbox, skipping all the pit stops, blazing right by red traffic lights
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See, some folks like the slow lane... me? I just need the R.P.M.s
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R.P.M¡¯s
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I just need the R.P.M.s
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Yeahhh
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In this carzy race of mine
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There¡¯s no such thing as a finish line
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Turning the, Turning the ignition, revving up my engine, tearing up the highway of my life
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Grinding up my gearbox, skipping all the pit stops, blazing right by red traffic lights
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See, some folks like the slow lane... me? I just need the R.P.M.s
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R.P.M¡¯s
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I just need the R.P.M.s
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Oh, i just need the R.P.M¡¯s
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The R.P.M¡¯s
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I just need the R.P.M.s
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R.P.M
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| Sasha Pieterse |
