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Clutch control has left me coldOn single-track or open road.And those things do escape my notice unless I'm trying hard to focus.Rear-view mirrors are a waste of time'Cause I don't believe in hindsight.And when the past is over.They make me look over my shoulderThe answer to the question on your lips;Is yes,I can handle the stick.Fast cars are not my thing. And now I regret letting in That old faced gentleman who only took me for spin.Next time I will try to judge it better.Clutch control has left me coldOn single-track or open road.And those things do escape my notice unless I'm trying hard to focus.Rear-view mirrors are a waste of time'Cause I don't believe in hindsight.And when the past is over.SongtexteThey make me look over my shoulderThe answer to the question on your lips;Is yes,I can handle the stick.Fast cars are not my thing. And now I regret letting in That old faced gentleman who only took me for a spin.Next time I will try to judge it better.You're my, you, you're my;You're my, you're my spark plug.You're my, you, you're my;You're my accelerator.And you're my, you, you're my;You're my catalytic converter.You're my, you, you're my;You're my, you're my spark plug.You're my, you, you're my;You're my accelerator.And you're my, you, you're my;You're my catalytic converter.Fast cars are not my thing. And now I regret letting in That old faced gentleman who only took me for a spin.Fast cars are not my thing. And now I regret letting in That old faced gentleman who only took me for a spin.Next time I will try,Next time I will try,Next time I will try to judge it better. Aus Songtexte Mania