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I like fast cars
And faster temptations Brushes with death And low expectations Time for the fast lane And less apprehension Time for long distances And cold comprehension Cause I like it my way All of the time With fountains of beer Flowing into my mind I like the fast life With no pause to wonder With nightmares abound And dreams left asunder Because fast is the place We're all of us dwell Our shared delusion of heaven But our own personal ... |
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