It Hits Me…
It hits me…
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| I turn to 70... |
Sweet, hard… on my face, it hits me
At a speed of 60
At a speed of 60
Makes me feel it needs me
I turn it to 70
And then race it to 80
It hits me…
Better, feels it fits me
Lady luck, rides with me
Against the tide it pits me…
That’s when I know she split me
On the face she spits me…
It hits me…
The light quits me…
To doom it commits me…
To oblivion, it omits me
It takes me. It wakes me...
It jolts me. It hits me.
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