It's my primary instinct
To protect the child Girl singing in the wreckage
My dress is torn
My hair is wild Girl singing in the wreckage
My first car
My early boyfriends Girl singing in the wreckage
Wet weekends
New Years Eve parties Girl singing in the wreckage
Hour after hour after hour
Hour after hour after hour
My 18th birthday
I'll die of boredom Girl singing in the wreckage
My private world
Is smashed wide open Girl singing in the wreckage
My first trip
My expectation I had a dream that it would end like this
No destiny
No destination You hit the ground and then it stops
Hour after hour after hour (x4)
I miss my hometown
It's nothing special Call my parents Let them know I'm alive
My primary instinct
Is to protect the child Send a postcard from the airport
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