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Big Blue
It's time to ride!
Fully loaded, blasting off.
Rocket ride and burning hot.
Let it loose and holding on.
Through the dark and into rock.
Watch me fly, watch me roar.
Watch the two-tonne machine soar.
Through the air, through the core.
Breakneck speed's what I'm built for.
No tires burning this time.
The name remains the same.
Under big blue in my prime.
The Falcon wins the game.
Hit the gas, in the red.
Hit the wall and lose your head.
Strap me in, engines flare.
Jump the crowd, give them a scare.
Turn the corner, turn those heads.
One wrong turn and end up dead.
Got no brakes, hit gas instead.
Rev it up you motor head.
No tires burning this time.
The name remains the same.
Under big blue in my prime.
The Falcon wins the game.
Over mountains.
Under seas.
Over yonder.
I'm running free.
This is my star.
My car is true.
Over yonder.
The big wild blue.
No tires burning this time.
The name remains the same.
Under big blue in my prime.
The Falcon wins the game.
A thousand miles an hour.
A car that's fit for space.
Under the big blue's power.
The Falcon wins the race.
Fully loaded, blasting off.
Rocket ride and burning hot.
Let it loose and holding on.
Through the dark and into rock.
Watch me fly, watch me roar.
Watch the two-tonne machine soar.
Through the air, through the core.
Breakneck speed's what I'm built for.
No tires burning this time.
The name remains the same.
Under big blue in my prime.
The Falcon wins the game.
Hit the gas, in the red.
Hit the wall and lose your head.
Strap me in, engines flare.
Jump the crowd, give them a scare.
Turn the corner, turn those heads.
One wrong turn and end up dead.
Got no brakes, hit gas instead.
Rev it up you motor head.
No tires burning this time.
The name remains the same.
Under big blue in my prime.
The Falcon wins the game.
Over mountains.
Under seas.
Over yonder.
I'm running free.
This is my star.
My car is true.
Over yonder.
The big wild blue.
No tires burning this time.
The name remains the same.
Under big blue in my prime.
The Falcon wins the game.
A thousand miles an hour.
A car that's fit for space.
Under the big blue's power.
The Falcon wins the race.
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