Road bash
Signals turning red to heavy vehicles
Beauty of roads defined with its curve
Bridgstone is quartermile
Leaving behind a luscious vision
Making it another fusion
Convertible engines turning the wheels
Station sequence rolling over
Windstorm on da way
Tubelights turning the faces
Clock striking one
Road bash
Road bash
Signals turning red to heavy vehicles
Beauty of roads defined with its curve
Bridgstone is quartermile
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