My Car Was Made To Race |
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Oh Lord, I love the speed, The sudden rushing forward, Sprinting out in the lead, Ahead of the droning hoard. Sometimes I can�t resist Tromping down hard on the gas, Playing the hedonist, Pulling away with a blast. My car was made to race, To roar -- To almost fly. It wearies of slow-paced Tame limits. And so do I. Rebelling at control, Feeling as one with the steel, I pacify my soul, By showing the pack my heels. |
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