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Låttexter: Primal Fear. Formula One.

Acceleration, my body's pressed into the seat
Fascination, pipes are glowing in the heat

Am I the fastest one, can I improve?
Making a late run, I still got the groove
Pole position, I'm on the top, prepared to win
Rising tension, the lights are set, the start begins

Smoking wheels, I'm getting faster, take the lead
Shifting gears, the engines pushed up to top speed

Formula One, the class of kings on highest level
Formula One, come to see me win

Wheels are spinning on slicks, I have the perfect grip
Feel like winning, the fastest lap is now complete
I am the fastest one, taking this race
I'm overtaking, setting the pace

Feel the street, I take the curves, I love to slice
Beat my beat, I'll finish first and take the price

Formula One, the class of kings on highest level
Formula One, come to see me win
Formula One will get into your blood forever
Formula One, let the show begin

Elated at victory, I stand on the podium
The audience is roaring, they reach out for me
Showers of champagne are running down my neck
In honor of my country, they play the nation's song

Acceleration, my body's pressed into the seat
Fascination, pipes are glowing in the heat

Formula One, the class of kings on highest level
Formula One, come to see me win
Formula One will get into your blood forever
Formula One, let the show begin