He was my best friend, really like a brother
We had such nerve, it never failed
Used to be the fastest, we beat all the others
Noone there to challenge, they were all afraid

We traded in the first bikes, got a couple others
Sitting on the saddles, we started feeling power
Added more and more CC’s, tried to find perfection
We could fly so fast we’d leave them scared for hours

Later when we finally bought the top of the line
Oh how those motorcycles filled up all our fantasy
Then it was too late, childhood behind
We were living in a speedworld ecstasy

40 – 60 – 80 dreams fell through
we saw the world in different colours
40 – 60 – 80 living in another world

we had the devil at our sides
40 – 60 – 80 not a single mile slower
we only saw the others behind us
40 – 60 – 80 we weren’t stupid kids
we were the awesome new kings of every highway

Top of the line
Top of the line

80 – 90 – 100 and then came the end
I heard him cry and found the street was a sea of red
80 – 90 – 100 my best friend was dead
Now, the very next morning
Girl is kind of ashamed
Sorry about the boy last night
Wish he’d called her her name
Girl makes a decision
If she’ll meet that boy again
Girl won’t try to resist him
She’ll kiss him again
and again…

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