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* cold run speed highway was the place where we’d all go
When our nerves were razor sharp, and we’d all let it roll
Let it roll
Let it roll, let it roll
Let it roll
** our machine’s geared up, and we’re really layin’ it down
Layin’ it out, let it roll
When these wheels get rollin’
Let ’em roll right over you
’cause I’m well greased down, and I’ll always win it through
Let it roll, let it roll
Let it roll
** repeat
* repeat
** repeat
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