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my dad built a racecar with his own hands
E A E
he raced the figure 8 against many reckless men
A E
driving deadly, driving metal
A E
driving wicked, driving fast
A E
always towards that intersection
A E
just praying they won't crash
B A
once when sitting on his lap I asked
E A E A
"how do you not collide?
B A
when you're flying so fast to that crossroads
E A E A
how do you decide?
F# A
who's gonna slow down, who's gonna give in
E F# A
maybe enough to let the other guy win?
F# A
who's gonna take their foot off the gas
E F# A
maybe enough to let the other guy pass?"
E
he said "son here's some advice
A E
you gotta promise that you'll never take
E
the trick to it is my boy
F# A E
is that you never never hit the brake"
E A
he said "son don't grow up to be a racecar driver"
E A
he said "son don't grow up to be anything like your father"
E
he said "look at my car it's been ripped in half
A
and I'm lucky to be alive
E
and when you turn sixteen
A E
I will teach you how to drive"
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