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    Nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car It's gonna break the speed of sound Ooh, it's a killing machine It's got everything Like a driving power Big fat tires and everything I love it I need it Alright, hold on tight Break I'm a highway star

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