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Cry |
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Of the road tonight |
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Motorcycle fights |
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Through the time |
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Wheels |
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Nailed to motorway |
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Counting miles away |
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It's not me |
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Well, I guess I am superhero |
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When I take you by the hand |
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All the words are dead in a wind blow |
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Rebecca |
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Wild |
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Streets like open space |
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Dark, they form the face |
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Of the desperation |
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Leave |
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Smell of gasoline |
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My beloved machine |
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For next generation |
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We like king and queen in our kingdom |
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And I know there is no end |
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Till we moving faster than wind blow |
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Rebecca |
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She looks through the glass |
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Raindrops are cold |
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Merging and deviding |
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We're chasing the end of white line |
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We're the ones who are faster than time, time time |
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We're chasing the end of white line |
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We're the ones who are faster than time, time time |
