Figure 8 by Ghost Mice

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my dad built a racecar with his own hands
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he raced the figure 8 against many reckless men
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driving deadly, driving metal
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driving wicked, driving fast 
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always towards that intersection
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just praying they won't crash
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once when sitting on his lap I asked
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"how do you not collide?
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when you're flying so fast to that crossroads
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how do you decide?
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who's gonna slow down, who's gonna give in
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maybe enough to let the other guy win?
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who's gonna take their foot off the gas
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maybe enough to let the other guy pass?"
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he said "son here's some advice
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you gotta promise that you'll never take
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the trick to it is my boy
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is that you never never hit the brake"
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he said "son don't grow up to be a racecar driver"
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he said "son don't grow up to be anything like your father"
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he said "look at my car it's been ripped in half
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and I'm lucky to be alive
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and when you turn sixteen
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I will teach you how to drive"









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