Moving So Intense
In A Fast Car Switching Lanes
No Signaling And No Rearview Mirrors
Just Acceleration And High Speed Games
Turn And Look Around
Keep Your Eyes On The Road
No Windshield Wipers
It Rains Sleets And Snows
Can You Do It With No Brakes
There's No Exit Coming Soon
Motion Is The Music
Panic Is The Tune
What Do You Do
Are You Headed No Where Fast
Do You Keep Going Straight
Or Pull Over And Ask
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