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The street was deserted late Friday night We were buggin each other while we sat out the light We both popped the clutch when the light turned green You shoulda heard the whine from my screamin machine I flew past LaBrea, Schwabs, and Crescent Heights And all the Jag could see were my six taillights He passed me at Doheny then I started to swerve But I pulled her out and there we were At Dead Mans Curve Well - the last thing I remember, Doc, I started to swerve And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve I know Ill never forget that horrible sight I guess I found out for myself that everyone was right
Posted on: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 22:03:31 +0000

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