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Driving fast along the shoreline |
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Kicked into gear with speeds that kill |
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All's a blur |
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I'm going so fast |
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I don't know if |
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I will survive |
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Hold on you need to set the pace |
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With breakneck speeds |
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They call this a death race whoa whoa whoa |
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Foot to the floor there is no breakin' |
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A will to win that's what you need |
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You have no friends you'll just keep fakin' |
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You just keep raging until the end |
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Hold on you need to set the pace |
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With breakneck speeds they call this a death race |
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Down the stretch there's no time to rest |
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He tries to pass it will be his last |
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With one last turn he takes a deep breath |
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For this will be his last race of death yeah of death |
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You got to hold on you need to set the pace |
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With breakneck speeds they call this a death race |
