All the bad weather in our veinsComatose in strobe who complainsTake the edge off too uptightBored and loose from bitter spiteWhat starts your engine, Do peopleBuy their way in for the ride?Motor, Motor, I'd be lost at any other speedMotor, Motor, In my space is the place for mePeople try to tell me what's bestDrive by weakness in their mythsI haven't driven it this far, ByJumping on every star *We can't grow untwisted, EveryoneHas their opinion, I wish they'd keep 'emMotor, Motor, I'd be lost at any other speedMotor, Motor, In my space is the place to beIn my space is the place for me

 

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