| This city never stood a chance against the dying of the light |
| I found the engine, slid the key in the ignition, and gave it life |
| I pressed the pedal down and went running wild, I split the night |
| And for a while, I let it go, it kept itself between the lines |
| The needle buried in the red and soon I heard the engine whine, everything's |
| fine |
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| Oh, I can't let up, no, I won't slow it down |
| Doesn't matter where I end up |
| I keep the pedal to the ground |
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| I close my eyes, I see it shining, like a vision in my mind |
| I know the way, getting closer everyday to what is mine |
| You've only got yourself to blame if you get left behind |
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| Get out, get back, get in line |
| Oh, don't stand in my way this time |
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| Now, it takes both hands on the wheel to even keep it on the road |
| But if I keep stoking the fear, then there's no distance I can't go |
| No one hears a scream to slow it down as I turn up the radio |
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| Speed up, no, I won't slow it down |
| If I let up, no, I won't let up now |
| But the engine, it makes a howling sound |
| Oh, I can almost hear them, I can almost hear the hounds |
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