Heading down the highway doing a ton and twenty five, passing by the people who're out for a Sunday drive; roaring down the open road, this surely is the life, stress relief to the max like metal on the edge of a knife. The wheels keep turning, the rubber keeps burning, how many are yearning to be just like me? The wheels keep turning, the rubber keeps burning, astride these two wheels I feel totally free. Heading down the highway doing a ton and twenty five, passing by the people who're out for a Sunday drive; roaring down the open road, this surely is the life, stress relief to the max like metal on the edge of a knife. The wheels keep turning, the rubber keeps burning, how many are yearning to be just like me? The wheels keep turning, the rubber keeps burning, astride these two wheels I feel totally free.
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