| I was born in the backseat of a car
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| That was in the way
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| She was stuck in the wrong lane of a life
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| That she couldn’t save
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| We were summer then fall
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| But through winter we were strong
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| Far away from it all we were perfect
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| She will always hide in my dreams
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| She’s giving me wild butterflies
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| I would rather die than face another day without wild butterflies again
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| I was taking the highway for a ride
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| But I couldn’t break
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| When I saw she was coming straight for me
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| There was no mistake
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| Put the gas to the floor
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| Like a rocket through my door
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| She was fire and I was wind
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| Nothing to stop for
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| She will always hide in my dreams
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| She’s giving me wild butterflies
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| I would rather die than face another day without wild butterflies again
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| We were summer then fall
|
| But through winter we were strong
|
| Far away from it all we were perfect
|
| She will always hide in my dreams
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| She’s giving me wild butterflies
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| I would rather die than face another day without wild butterflies again |