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A million miles a minute Fast as every bullet Losing green that must have been Through the shield in the space Forget 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 tearing From limb to limb... Cheers 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 knows Forget 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 tearing From limb to limb... From Letras Mania