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I was cruising in my Sting-Ren late one night,when an XKE pulled up on the right.He pulled down the window of his shiny new jag,and challenged me then and there to a drag.I said "You're on buddy, my mills runnin fine, let's come off the line now at Sunset and Vine.I'll go you one better if you've got the nerve, lets race all the way to 'Dead Man's Curve.'"Ooh ooh ooh Deadman's Curveooh ooh ooh Deadman's CurveWon't come back from Deadman's CurveThe street was desserted late friday nightWe were buggin eachother while we sat at the lightWe both popped the clutch when the light turned green-you should've heard the whine from my screamin machineI flew passed the Brea swamps and crescent heights,and all that Jag could see were my 6 tail lights.He passed me at DeMeanie and I started to swerve.I pulled her out and there we were at Deadman's Curve.Ooh ooh ooh"Well the last thing I remember doc, I started to swerve""And then I saw the jag slide into the curve..I'll never forget that horrible sight.""And this I found out for myelf: that everyone was right."Won't come back from Deadman's Curvedeadman's curve (ooh ooh ooh) to fademore