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[Tipton] |
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Seek him here, seek him on the highway |
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Never knowing when he'll appear |
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All await, engine's ticking over |
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Hear the roar as they sense the fear |
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Wheels! A glint of steel and a flash of light! |
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Screams! From a streak of fire as he strikes! |
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Hell bent, hell bent for leather |
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Hell bent, hell bent for leather |
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Black as night, faster than a shadow |
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Crimson flare from a raging sun |
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An exhibition, sheer precision |
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Yet no one knows from where he comes |
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Fools! Self destruct cannot take that crown |
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Dreams! Crash one by one to the ground |
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Hell bent, hell bent for leather |
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Hell bent, hell bent for leather |
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There's many who tried to prove that they're faster |
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But they didn't last and they died as they tried |
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There's many who tried to prove that they're faster |
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But they didn't last and they died as they tried |
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Hell bent, hell bent for leather |
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Hell bent, hell bent for leather |
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Hell bent, hell bent for leather |
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Hell bent, hell bent for leather |
