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evening in the city children running home i only feel the steering wheel i only see the chrome sidewalks arent made for me walking aint my job all i want is drive a benz and fuck all breaking cops im a driver living on the street got an engine its everything i need driving driving on and on driving driving on and on and on and on and.... my fires are high rising when i smell the gasoline praise the fast lord of velocity who made me part of this machine driving driving on and on driving driving on and on and on and on and