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The Never-Ending Story lyrics
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Artist - Pulp
Album - Freaks
Lyrics - The Never-Ending Story
evening in the city
children running home
i only feel the steering wheel
i only see the chrome
sidewalks arenīt made for me
walking ainīt my job
all i want is drive a benz
and fuck all breaking cops
iīm a driver
living on the street
got an engine
itīs everything i need
driving
driving on and on
driving
driving on and on and on and on and....
my fires are high rising
when i smell the gasoline
praise the fast lord of velocity
who made me part of this machine
driving
driving on and on
driving
driving on and on and on and on and....
words: j. vogeltanz 1995/2000
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