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Cake - The Distance (G.Brown 1997)

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Reluctantly croached at the starting line, engines pumping and thumping in time, The green light flashes the flag goes up, churning an burning they yearn for the cup, They deathly manuovre and muscle for rank, fuel burning fast on an empty tank., Reckless and wild they pour through the turns, the poweress is potent and secretly stern, As they speed through the finish the flags go down, the fans get up and get out of town, The arena is empty except for one man, still driving and striving as fast he can,

The sun has gone down, the moon has come up, and long ago somebody left with the cup, But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns, and thinking of someone for whom he still burns,

He's going the distance, he's going for speed, she's all alone (all alone) all alone in the time of need, Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, he's biting and fighting and riding his horse, He's going the distance,

No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulb, no line, he's haunted by something he cannot define, Bowel shaking earthquake, a doubt and remorse. I sail firm and impail him with muscle track force, In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade, she's hoping in time her memories will fade, Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, he's fighting and biting and riding on his hores,

The sun has gone down, the moon has come up, and long ago somebody left with the cup, But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns, and thinking of someone for whom he still burns,

He's going the distance, he's going for speed, she's all alone (all alone) all alone in the time of need, Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, he's biting and fighting and riding his horse, He's going the distance,

Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, he's biting and fighting and riding his horse, Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, he's biting and fighting and riding his horse,

He's going the distance, he's going for speed, He's going the distance, he's going for speed....

the distance


The new Cake album - Fashion Nugget is out now. Top tunes including the fab Italian Leather Sofa with the following chorus:
They laugh, they make money, He's got a gold watch, She's got a silk dress, And healthy breasts, That bounce, on his, Italian leather sofa,

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