i'm talking to wall tonight
it doesn't echo i'm close
nascar frequent fuel issue
coasting to finish line, hurt
chinese winning french open
that's red clay, wonder how
crash on last turn in my mind
that lap car should be on top
my finger on spotter; crew chief
second doesn't count; i agree
but i am for you, enough for me
:) l i love waiting; wo ai ni
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