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i'm cracking up with ecstacy so i'm breaking out do you want to come with me? i've got a big black car from tokyo with gasoline and a fuck off stereo. exultation of the speed exultation of the speed. work out a route by autobahn to montreal via amsterdam. ten thousands clicks are on the clock but we motor on we never stop. exultation of the speed exultation of the speed. turn the radio off. no more love songs exultation of the speed.
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