Created Friday 10/08/2007
Speeding into the horizon Dreaming of the sirens Wishing for broken glass on a highway It could be so easy
The rhythm, the rhythm of an engine Always makes me empty I see the headlights coming at me I can't help but wonder
Flying, flying in slow motion The wind through my hair And ripping through the scenery Oh, the wreckage It is my secret need
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Speeding into the horizon Dreaming of the sirens Wishing for broken glass on a highway It could be so easy
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