Pretty girl in the caravan park
Why she so nice
The type of pretty that's so natural with her bright blue eyes
Hair that's blonde kinda pink like a sunset sky
She gotta troubled past
She's the girl from the caravan park
She got nothing to her name
But she got that type of brain
That makes me go insane
Makes me see the world in different ways
The rest I can't explain
I can't explain coz
I wanna save her
From the life she's living
If she'll let me
I wanna stop all the hurting
I wanna show her that someone thinks she's worthy
I wanna save her
From her mind it's killing
Me to see you like that
Coz she's dealt a shit hand
Coz she's dealt a shit hand
Coz she's dealt a shit hand
Better know it's not her fault
Better know it's not her fault
Better know it's not her fault
Paper butterflies in the night time I'm fine
And the bears gonna fight till the dawn breaks the sun theres a new light
Bullets never hit always miss but they graze on my mind
But I'm fine
When I cry
That's on my time
Paper butterflies in the night time
Like a parasite
Filling my mind with nostalgia it feels nice
But under the layers its destroying my life
Dwelling over the past
Im the last to laugh
Pretty girl in the caravan park
Why she so nice
The type of pretty that's so natural with her bright blue eyes
Hair that's blonde kinda pink like a sunset sky
She gotta troubled past
She's the girl from the caravan park
She gotta that troubled past
She gotta that troubled past
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Pretty girl in the caravan park
Why she so nice
The type of pretty that's so natural with her bright blue eyes
Hair that's blonde kinda pink like a sunset sky
She gotta troubled past
She's the girl from the caravan park
She got nothing to her name
But she got that type of brain
That makes me go insane
Makes me see the world in different ways
The rest I can't explain
I can't explain coz
I wanna save her
From the life she's living
If she'll let me
I wanna stop all the hurting
I wanna show her that someone thinks she's worthy
I wanna save her
From her mind it's killing
Me to see you like that
Coz she's dealt a shit hand
Coz she's dealt a shit hand
Coz she's dealt a shit hand
Better know it's not her fault
Better know it's not her fault
Better know it's not her fault
Paper butterflies in the night time I'm fine
And the bears gonna fight till the dawn breaks the sun theres a new light
Bullets never hit always miss but they graze on my mind
But I'm fine
When I cry
That's on my time
Paper butterflies in the night time
Like a parasite
Filling my mind with nostalgia it feels nice
But under the layers its destroying my life
Dwelling over the past
Im the last to laugh
Pretty girl in the caravan park
Why she so nice
The type of pretty that's so natural with her bright blue eyes
Hair that's blonde kinda pink like a sunset sky
She gotta troubled past
She's the girl from the caravan park
She gotta that troubled past
She gotta that troubled past
Why she so nice
The type of pretty that's so natural with her bright blue eyes
Hair that's blonde kinda pink like a sunset sky
She gotta troubled past
She's the girl from the caravan park
She got nothing to her name
But she got that type of brain
That makes me go insane
Makes me see the world in different ways
The rest I can't explain
I can't explain coz
I wanna save her
From the life she's living
If she'll let me
I wanna stop all the hurting
I wanna show her that someone thinks she's worthy
I wanna save her
From her mind it's killing
Me to see you like that
Coz she's dealt a shit hand
Coz she's dealt a shit hand
Coz she's dealt a shit hand
Better know it's not her fault
Better know it's not her fault
Better know it's not her fault
Paper butterflies in the night time I'm fine
And the bears gonna fight till the dawn breaks the sun theres a new light
Bullets never hit always miss but they graze on my mind
But I'm fine
When I cry
That's on my time
Paper butterflies in the night time
Like a parasite
Filling my mind with nostalgia it feels nice
But under the layers its destroying my life
Dwelling over the past
Im the last to laugh
Pretty girl in the caravan park
Why she so nice
The type of pretty that's so natural with her bright blue eyes
Hair that's blonde kinda pink like a sunset sky
She gotta troubled past
She's the girl from the caravan park
She gotta that troubled past
She gotta that troubled past
Writer: Henry Iles
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