She sits in the room
Five other people
Tin foil perfume
She’s not sure what to do
Cos she’s always been scared
Of mythical creatures
She surrounds herself with trouble
Just to see what would happen
Smashed glasses and shrapnel
Crazy drivin’ and passion
It starts out as an act to
Strengthen up her attitude
She can’t cope with the altitude
As clouds pass her by
She sits in the room
Five other people
Tin foil perfume
She’s not sure what to do
Cos she’s always been scared
Of mythical creatures
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