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I pour on the power as I enter the curve
I lean and hold on with courage guts and nerve
Hoping my tires will hold, the rubber will grip
Pray I don't hit a bump, or start to slip
I lean it back up as I head for the strait
Then I give it more power, it sure feels great
I up shift again and send the "Rs" racing
I look for the next corner to see the trouble I'm facing
I find the next apex as I downshift the transmission
I shift my weight, toss it over, by reflex and condition
I pour on the power as never before
This is the shot of adrenaline, that I ride for
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