Crash

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When I fly down the street
all I see is a big blur
I feel the heat from the tires start to burn
The trees go by so fast that maybe one day I'll learn

If I go any faster, I'll end up on Saturn
A curve is coming, and I have to turn
I press on the brake and stop to a slow
I see an opening and I have to go

Slamming the gas as I flew past
Why don't I just go slow?
I'll never finish in last.
My car's overheating, and I'm about to blow

I'm flying I can't see anything before I crash.
Metal flying as the car impacts; SMASH!





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