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Description
Band: Luke Haines
Band: John Moore
Composer: Luke Michael Haines
Composer: Jonathan Edward Hoadley Foster-Moore
Lyrics and translation
Original
It's my primary instinct to protect the child.
Girls singing in the wreckage.
-My dress is torn, my hair is wild.
-Girls singing in the wreckage.
My first car, my early boyfriends.
Girls singing in the wreckage.
Wet weekends, New Year's Eve parties.
Girls singing in the wreckage.
Hour after hour after hour.
-Hour after hour after hour.
-My eighteenth birthday, I'll die of boredom.
Girls singing in the wreckage.
My private world -is smashed wide open. -Girls 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.
Hour after hour after hour.
Hour after hour after hour.
Hour -after hour after hour.
-I miss my hometown, it's nothing special.
Call my parents, let them know I've arrived.
My primary instinct is to protect the child.
Send a postcard from the airport.
Girls singing. . .