I was crazy to think crazy to chase
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Chasing this automobile
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I tend to think were you ready to race
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Racing this automobile
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It's a machine it's the one in my dreams
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It's taking me out of control it slips
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Through my hands on the wheel
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Don't you know how it feels
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When you're driving your dreams
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Through a pole
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I hate your face I hate the wall
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I'm sick of staring at the wall
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I hate the mirror with alcohol
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There is no wall
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All I remember is the sound
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Of squealing tires
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The road disappeared only to be
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Replaced by the sound of twisted steel
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The collision was swift
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And the next thing I knew
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Was that I might be dead
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All my life passed before my eyes
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When I opened my eyes
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I was looking at you
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They sent you here to take care of me
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I don't know your name
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I can't hear your voice
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I can't speak
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And all I do is wait for you to feed me
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They said the road was slick
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I said I've been feeling sick
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My head went through the mirror
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Why did they send you here
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I want to get up and shake you loose
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I want to be free of these machines
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I want to be released from this dream
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I want to be another machine
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Slick
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Sugar |