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When I needed a fast car, I stole away to be the thief

Climbing through branches, I spin my way down through cogs

Having the time of my life, I stand on open fields

Blow away these old roads, and touch the rivers bed

Buried in my head, Rested on my life support machine

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(Always)

I once stole an engine, from an open field

It rested on my shoulders, a torso of pistons

I was under a cloudless sky, rested on my red speed machine

Rested

Rested