Riding on a street to nowhere
The road is winding
On a clear summers day
Tranquility enters my mind
The RPM's are running high
No one's in my path
Wind blowing through my hair
A constant yearning to go faster
Revving my engine
Speeding up
45 degree turns
Chills run down my spine
Feeling so good
I go faster and faster
Nothing can catch me now
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