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Need For Speed
Weaving in and out of traffic
Sliding around the turns,
Watching the other cars pass me
Oh, that really burns.
Topping off at
Two hundred miles an hour,
Underneath this hood of mine
I got lots of power.
Racing around the track toward the finish line,
Yes, I do indeed
Have a
Need for speed.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
June.14/2004
It's about the game.
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