Get Gone

A swift kiss form the crimson lips

As I was waiting on the line

Creepers, jeans and pomade baby

And a ’38 by my side

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Get gone

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I slip into leather sweets with chrome flashing in my eyes

I slide the key of the demon into shiny starting chimes

Fire flies from the exhaust baby when I slam that pedal down

Smell the rubber smoke on the tarmac as the cheers fill the air outside

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They don’t

They don’t

They don’t

They don’t know

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Get gone

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I check in mirror baby that my look is smiling fine

Sweet do and the chrome rings shine in the lights of the street outside

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Get gone

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I see he tries to pull ahead from neck to neck

And eye to eye

Drop the metal to the floor feel my heartbeat starting to rise

I see that something’s wrong as the car burst into flames

Last I see is the car exploding at least I cross the line

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They don’t

They don’t

They don’t

They don’t know

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Get gone