Money
Fame
Power
He
Could't
Resist
All
Their
Pleasure
Burying
Him
Alive
A
Victim
To
Adrenaline's
Fatal
Charm
In
His
Blood
Burning
And
Hot
Handed
Down
Birthright
No
Saying
No
So
Much
Pressure
Pressure
To
Succeed
To
Be
Better
Then
Those
Before
Lost
So
Soon
All
Too
Soon
All
His
Hopes
All
His
Dreams
Crash
And
Burn
Up
In
Smoke
Was
His
Destiny
No
Escape
Allowed
From
Fate's
Plans
His
Racecar
Became
His
Graveyard
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