Pedal to the metal. Just like I said, devil may care who we are. It's either ride or die.
The smell of rain in this desert has possessed you. The crystal light reflected from your eyes. Our diamond wrist and flaming heart.
Burn my shell and throw it to the sea. Or you can just scatter it on the road from LA to Vegas to the loudest Motley Crue's song. Again, devil may care who we are.
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