|: Welcome to the Ridge Racer: |
With a wonderful and rapid clarity
A magnificent dress
There is so much for everyone
He glanced up to change the lane
|: Welcome to the Ridge Racer: |
They are mechanics themselves
The finish would be near enough in reach
But it was impossible - handling
To get through another race
Strong enough to get through another race
And yet linked by careful drivers
Chorus 2*
And spasm began up and down his race
This is an anchor of technique
He wanted to hear the sound of cars
Suddenly he could not join in
Chorus
A high bridge ahead
The car, almost red, almost blue
The waste on the creek bank
This belonged to the ridge
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