A million miles a minute
Fast as every bullet
Losing greens that must have been
Through the shield in the spaceForget the check, I'll get it
My last one won't regret it
Full of green won't mean a thing
From the process of me tearingFrom limb to limb
From limb to limb
From limb to limb
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From limb to limb
From limb to limb
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From limb to limb
From limb to limb
From limb to limbFrom limb to limb
From limb to limb
From limb to limb
From limb to limbCheers to all I made it
Just a scratch, I'll make it
Please be sweet, don't say a thing
Makes it easier when no one knowsForget the check, I'll get it
My last one won't regret it
Full of green won't mean a thing
From the process of me tearingFrom limb to limb
From limb to limb
From limb to limb
From limb to limbFrom limb to limb
From limb to limb
From limb to limb
From limb to limbFrom limb to limb
From limb to limb
From limb to limb
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