| Such a broken young thing
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| Wears her pain like a stolen wedding ring
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| Likes to think she’s the poison
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| On the lips, on the lips of the king
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| She wants to be the wreckage, she wants to be damned
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| She wants to ruin everything and everyone she had
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| Out there in the desert stands a single tree
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| And that’s where I’ve been waiting for the girl that she could be
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| And out here in the desert
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| With the last sign of life
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| And that’s where I’ve been waiting
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| For the girl that she could be
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| She wanna be, wanna be
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| The tragedy
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| Wanna be, wanna be
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| The mess that she’s
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| Always been, always been
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| The wildfire
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| Burning through your heart
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| Such a broken young thing
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| With no intention of saving herself
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| Likes to think she’s the ballerina
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| Dancing rings dancing rings round the king
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| She wants to be the wreckage, she wants to be damned
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| She wants to ruin everything and everyone she had
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| Out there in the desert stands a single tree
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| And that’s where I’ve been waiting for the girl that she could be
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| And out there in the desert stands a single tree
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| And that’s where I’ve been waiting for the girl that she could be
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| Waiting in the desert out by the tree of life
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| My first thought in the morning and my last thought for the night
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| She wanna be, wanna be
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| The tragedy
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| Wanna be, wanna be
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| The mess that she’s
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| Always been, always been
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| The wildfire
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| Burning through your heart
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| She wanna be, wanna be
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| The tragedy
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| Wanna be, wanna be
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| The mess that she’s
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| Always been, always been
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| The wildfire
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| Burning through your heart
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| The tragic ballerina
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| Sitting in the dressing room
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| Asking her broken mirror
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| Where it all went so wrong
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| And out there in the desert stands a single tree
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| And that’s where I’ve been waiting for the girl that she could be
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| Waiting in the desert out by the tree of life
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| My first thought in the morning and my last thought for the night
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| And life is what you make it
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| But it’s the kind of dance
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| Some people they were built for this
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| And some people just aren’t
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| She wanna be, wanna be
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| The tragedy
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| Wanna be, wanna be
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| The mess that she’s
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| Always been, always been
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| The wildfire
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| Burning through your heart
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| She’s the tragedy
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| She’s the shooting star
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| She has always been the wildfire
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| That is burning through your heart |