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Carlton Vanessa The Wreckage

the headlight coming at me Can't help but wonder Flying Flying in slow motion Wind through my hair and Speeding through the scenery of the wreckage

at me I can?t help but wonder Flying Flying in slow motion Wind through my hair And ripping through the scene that?s made of the wreckage It is not

at me I can?t help but wonder Flying Flying in slow motion Wind through my hair And ripping through the scene that?s made of the wreckage It is not

at me I can?t help but wonder Flying Flying in slow motion Wind through my hair And ripping through the scene that?s made of the wreckage It is not