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You're foot to the floor
Scenery whips past
You've got the wind in you're hair
Don't know how much you can take
But you gotta push it a little more
You're life flashed by
Are you really to young to die?
100 miles per hour
And you're world is getting blurred
Can you reach the breaks,
Before you flip and hit the curb?
It's getting really dangerous
You just can't seem to stop
But when you're in the ditch and bleeding
THEN you'll find out it was wrong
Me!? Weird!? Never!!