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Life on the fast lane - all whores for the fame

It doesn't matter how insane, all part of the game

Trading your convictions for a short-term gain

To satisfy a need ingrained as stardom awaits

Can't afford a state of everything being the same

'Cause standing still involves the risk of being swept away

Ever reaching higher in your bid to be the one

Don't you think you're flying too close to the sun?

Pushing further, longer

Pushing better, stronger

Pushing harder, faster

Pushing 'till you die

You burn the candle at both ends

Forever running, chasing trends

In losing sight of yourself

You'll come to realise, you were never alive

Rush hour on the fast lane: the march of the blind

To crush themselves under another daily grind

Fighting over crumbs never got no one the sum

Don't you think you're missing out on all the fun?

We're eight billion strong locked inside this mental cage

Screaming "Oh god, please save me from this rat race!"

The lure of fame and fortune seems to me a blinding daze

And all this rushing just a waste of all your days

Pushing further, longer

Pushing better, stronger

Pushing harder, faster

Pushing 'till you die

You burn the candle at both ends

Forever running, chasing trends

In losing sight of yourself

You'll come to realise, you were never alive