Why hold on? Your hands are getting sore You must be scared of something From the time before,
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well... Were here again How long, who knows? Its not your right to tell me Where this trip will go Pull away Youre dying today You could enjoy it If you could take your feelings with you But put your mind on me And suck my energy And see the speed gets higher I see you hold on tighter....
But just fatigue Is all your face will show Its weary from the stress Getting delirious "I didnt want this race We can"t keep up this pace" We dont want to get well We want to go to hell We want an urban dream The fucking urban scream "This time was mine to borrow Ill pay for it tomorrow" Youll pay for it today And as we drive away Ill make my pleasure greater Push the accelerator