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Wind ripping through my ears

Eyes are turning red

Heading on a trip

I'll never forget

I chase no destiny

My destiny is the chase

Going fast I feel myself

Back at my own place

Running through the storm

It whips me and I'm gone

Running through the storm

Running out of gas

Living on our own

Outskirts of highways

Far away from home

I chase no destiny

My destiny is the chase

Going fast I feel myself

Back at my own place