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When that fast car picks you up
You will have no choice
You may hear the tires screaming
But you will have no voice
But as the fast car picks you up
You will weep and smile
And see heaven in the headlights
Mile after, mile after, mile after mile
You gotta be no billionaire
To get a ticket up to the moon
We all know somebody up there
You need a helping hand
Annons