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Bascially same simple quick chord change all the way through.
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N21, N53, The worn out driver speaks to me,
We shield ourselves from the bright lights,
Cut through the air like rusty knives.
Chavs, Rudies, skunks and punks,
Pissheads wanna converse amongst,
The beauty of this crimson beast is it races trough the midnight streets.
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Pull me out and take me back you've got to get me home
In a poor mans caaaab you're never alone
Got to get, you got to get, you got to get, you got to get me home
Mischievious.