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When I light my afterburners I'm a bullet whizzing by |
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I'm zero-to-60 light-years in the blink of an alien eye |
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I'm in a shaking, baking, staking, smoking, light speed vertical climb |
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If I was going any faster I'd be going back in time |
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Leaving nothing but a vapor trace |
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In my ride from outer space, yeah |
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I can bang shift through a nebula |
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And slingshot through the sun |
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Don't look no further, baby |
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'Cause you know I'm number one |
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I'm chopped and flamed and bobbed and filled |
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You got to trick it out |
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When I burn through your dimension |
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You'll know what it's all about |
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I can tell, girl, from that look there on your face |
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You're digging my ride from outer space |
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You know you're digging it, baby |
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My ride from outer space, my ride from outer space |
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My ride from outer space, my ride from outer space |
