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Pump Pump Pump

Pump pump pump 
Nothing.
Pump pump pump
Nothing.
Crumpled metal was one option
Soul exits, body flown
Pump pump pump, no response 
I need a miracle! What’s the chance? 
Speed increasing, keep my cool
Pump pump pump 
I chose this old car, like a fool
One of us will make the grave
Pump pump pump 
Oh, thank God, 
the car’s been saved!

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