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Speaker 1: Tinted windows, blacked out plate, highway scourge. On thin ice,
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Speaker 1: we skate bobbing, weaving, can't see inside. All I see
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Speaker 1: is one hell of a ride. Windows could come down,
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Speaker 1: barrel in my face, or stay up and lead to
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Speaker 1: a chase. We are merely players. All the world's is stage.
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Speaker 1: How do you explain to Saint Peter road rage tires chirping,
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Speaker 1: you're up my ass. I'm more than happy to let
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Speaker 1: you pass in a rush in your tinted range rover,
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Speaker 1: crossing my fingers that you flip over