| It’s my primary instinct to protect the child
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| Girl singing in the wreckage
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| My dress is torn, my hair is wild
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| Girl singing in the wreckage
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| My first car, my early boyfriends
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| Girl singing in the wreckage
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| Wet weekends, New Year’s Eve parties
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| Girl singing in the wreckage
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| Hour after hour after hour
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| Hour after hour after hour
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| My 18th birthday, I’ll die of boredom
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| Girl singing in the wreckage
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| My private world is smashed right open
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| Girl singing in the wreckage
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| My first trip, my expectation
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| I had a dream that it would end like this
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| No destiny, no destination
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| You hit the ground and then it stops
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| Hour after hour after hour
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| Hour after hour after hour
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| Hour after hour after hour
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| Hour after hour after hour
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| I miss my hometown, it’s nothing special
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| Call my parents let them know I’ve arrived
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| (Girl singing in the wreckage)
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| My primary instinct is to protect the child
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| Send the postcard from the airport
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| (Girl singing in the wreckage) |