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live fast die young
She lets me sit behind the wheel,
In control is how I feel.
Until the day she let me drive,
I never quite felt alive.
Around the the corners, up and down hills,
But learning the truth, truly kills.
Because I was driving, she was steering,
My sense of control was disappearing.
She was steering us straight to disaster,
And all I did was drive even faster.
I seen all the signs that said dead end,
And I enjoy what moments we have left to spend.
I could slow down, I could hit the brakes;
Then we are stuck in our world of mistakes.
Turn the radio loud because our song is sung.
Its time we all live fast die young.
In control is how I feel.
Until the day she let me drive,
I never quite felt alive.
Around the the corners, up and down hills,
But learning the truth, truly kills.
Because I was driving, she was steering,
My sense of control was disappearing.
She was steering us straight to disaster,
And all I did was drive even faster.
I seen all the signs that said dead end,
And I enjoy what moments we have left to spend.
I could slow down, I could hit the brakes;
Then we are stuck in our world of mistakes.
Turn the radio loud because our song is sung.
Its time we all live fast die young.
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