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Reluctantly crouched at the starting line
Engines pumping and thumping in time
The green light flashes, the flags go up
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup
They daftly maneuver and muscle for rank
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns
Their prowesses podent and secretly stern
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down
The fans get up and they get out of town
The arena is empty except for one man
Still driving and striving as fast as he can
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up
And long ago somebody left with the cup
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns...
He's going the distance
He's going for speed
She's all alone (all alone!)
All alone in a time of need
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
He's going the distance.
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no line
He's haunted by something he cannot define
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse
Assail him, impail him, with monster truck force.
In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade
'cause he's racing ad pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up
And long ago somebody left with the cup
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns...
'cause he's going the distance
He's going for speed
She's all alone (all alone!)
All alone in a time of need
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
He's going the distance
He's going for speed
He's going the distance.
De mala gana se agachó en la línea de salida
Motores de bombeo y golpes en el tiempo
Los destellos de luz verde, las banderas subir
Agitación y la quema, que anhelan la copa
Se daftly maniobra y el músculo para el rango
Rápido de combustible ardiendo en un tanque vacío
Temerario y salvaje, que fluye a través de los giros
Sus proezas podent y la popa en secreto
A medida que la velocidad a través de la meta, las banderas bajar
Los aficionados se levantan y salen de la ciudad
El escenario está vacío excepto por un hombre
Sin embargo la conducción y el esfuerzo tan rápido como le sea posible
El sol ha bajado y la luna ha salido
Y largo plazo que alguien hace la izquierda con la copa
Pero él está conduciendo y la lucha y abrazar los giros
Y pensando en alguien para quien aún arde ...
Él va a la distancia
Él va a la velocidad
Ella está sola (solo!)
Solo en un momento de necesidad
Porque es la competición y el ritmo y toma el camino
Está luchando y mordiendo, y cabalgando sobre su caballo
Él va a la distancia.
No hay trofeo, ni flores, ni flashes, no hay ninguna línea
Está obsesionado por algo que no puede definir
Temblor del intestino de los terremotos de la duda y el remordimiento
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Cake
The Distance
The Distance
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line
Engines pumping and thumping in time
The green light flashes, the flags go up
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup
They daftly maneuver and muscle for rank
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns
Their prowesses podent and secretly stern
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down
The fans get up and they get out of town
The arena is empty except for one man
Still driving and striving as fast as he can
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up
And long ago somebody left with the cup
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns...
He's going the distance
He's going for speed
She's all alone (all alone!)
All alone in a time of need
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
He's going the distance.
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no line
He's haunted by something he cannot define
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse
Assail him, impail him, with monster truck force.
In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade
'cause he's racing ad pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up
And long ago somebody left with the cup
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns...
'cause he's going the distance
He's going for speed
She's all alone (all alone!)
All alone in a time of need
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
He's going the distance
He's going for speed
He's going the distance.
Cake
La Distancia
La Distancia
De mala gana se agachó en la línea de salida
Motores de bombeo y golpes en el tiempo
Los destellos de luz verde, las banderas subir
Agitación y la quema, que anhelan la copa
Se daftly maniobra y el músculo para el rango
Rápido de combustible ardiendo en un tanque vacío
Temerario y salvaje, que fluye a través de los giros
Sus proezas podent y la popa en secreto
A medida que la velocidad a través de la meta, las banderas bajar
Los aficionados se levantan y salen de la ciudad
El escenario está vacío excepto por un hombre
Sin embargo la conducción y el esfuerzo tan rápido como le sea posible
El sol ha bajado y la luna ha salido
Y largo plazo que alguien hace la izquierda con la copa
Pero él está conduciendo y la lucha y abrazar los giros
Y pensando en alguien para quien aún arde ...
Él va a la distancia
Él va a la velocidad
Ella está sola (solo!)
Solo en un momento de necesidad
Porque es la competición y el ritmo y toma el camino
Está luchando y mordiendo, y cabalgando sobre su caballo
Él va a la distancia.
No hay trofeo, ni flores, ni flashes, no hay ninguna línea
Está obsesionado por algo que no puede definir
Temblor del intestino de los terremotos de la duda y el remordimiento
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
