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Radio
station
was
named
Kowalski
In
honour
of
the
last
American
hero
To
whom
speed
means
freedom
of
the
soul
The
question
is
not
when
he's
gonna
stop
But
who
is
gonna
stop
him
Kowalski,
vanishing
point,
Kowalski,
vanishing
point
Kowalski,
vanishing
point,
vanishing
point,
vanishing
point,
vanishing
point
My
Kowalski,
vanishing
point,
Kowalski,
vanishing
point
Kowalski
We
got
weak
The
vicious
traffic
squad
cars
are
after
our
lone
driver
The
last
American
hero,
the
electric
centaur,
the
demi-God
The
super
driver
of
the
golden
west
Two
nasty
nazi
cars
are
close
behind
the
beautiful
lone
driver
The
police
number
are
getting
closer,
closer
Closer
to
our
soul
hero,
in
his
soul
mobile
Yeah,
baby,
they're
about
to
strike
They're
gonna
get
him,
smash
him
Rape
the
last
beautiful
free
soul
on
this
planet
Soul
on
ice,
soul
on
ice,
soul
on
ice,
soul
on
ice
Soul
on
ice,
soul
on
ice
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