| Veins are a racetrack for fuel that I need
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| Life on the edge is the bread which I feed
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| Standing alone, open for all to see
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| My tunnel vision for life, it drives me
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| Focus in closer, releasing the fear
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| White knuckle blackout, adrenaline rush
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| Wide-eyed and red-faced, my skin hot and flushed
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| The hair stands up, down the backside of my neck
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| Blood’s beginning to boil the beads of sweat
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| Fear has it’s place in the scars that I bear
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| Deep in the mine, behind everything shared
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| Fixate my sickness as long as there’s air
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| Headstrong, I’ll forcibly change what was there
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| By focusing closer, releasing the fall
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| White knuckle blackout, adrenaline rush
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| Wide-eyed and red-faced, my skin hot and flushed
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| The hair stands up, down the backside of my neck
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| The blood’s beginning to boil these beads of sweat
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| I’ll dry out of my eyes and blacken everything except the goal out
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| Adrenaline is my fuel when I’ve an obstacle to climb
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| Adrenaline is the lubrication, focusing my mind
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| Adrenaline is telling me when someone’s thinking, they’re too cool
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| To raise my middle fingers up and say, «Fuck you»
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| Adrenaline is my fuel when I’ve an obstacle to climb
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| Adrenaline is the lubrication, focusing my mind
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| Adrenaline is telling me when someone’s thinking, they’re too cool
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| To raise my middle fingers up and say, «Fuck you»
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| Adrenaline is fueling my mind to focus my climb
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| Reaction evoked at the challenge provoked out of you
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| Adrenaline is fire to fuel, you wanna fire my fuel?
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| I’ll fire back a, 'Fuck you'
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| Adrenaline is fueling my mind to focus my climb
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| Reaction evoked at the challenge provoked out of you
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| Adrenaline is fire to fuel, you wanna fire my fuel?
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| I’ll fire back a, 'Fuck you'
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| Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you |