The Wreckage
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Speeding into the horizon Dreaming of the sirens Wishing for broken glass on a highway It could be so easy Rhythm, rhythm of an engine Always makes me empty I see the headlights coming at me Can't help but wonder I'm flying, flying in slow motion Wind through my hair And ripping through the scenery Oh the wreckage is my secret need Speeding into the horizon Dreaming of the sirens Wishing for broken glass on a highway It could be so easy