| A beauty rests in the heart of the earth
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| Most say she’s a witch
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| Magic in the hands that she was born with
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| But the truth is her heart’s more violet than black
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| She is dangerous they say
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| She bends metal with her mind
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| She can turn water into wine
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| She can make all the flowers die
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| Fiery mane like a lion, like no being alive
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| Rubi is your princess, a body that can survive
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| She talks to the trees like they’re her friends
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| They talk right back as the branches break and bend
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| But the truth is her heart’s more violet than black
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| She is dangerous they say
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| She bends metal with her mind
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| She can turn water into wine
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| She can make all the flowers die
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| She is dangerous they say
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| She bends metal with her mind
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| She can turn water into wine
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| She can make all the flowers die
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| In the dead light of the moon
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| It’s brighter out there on her own
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| She’ll billow herself all in black
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| And she’s never running back
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| Never running back
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| She is dangerous they say
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| She bends metal with her mind
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| She can turn water into wine
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| She can make all the flowers die
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| She is dangerous they say
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| She bends metal with her mind
|
| She can turn water into wine
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| She can make all the flowers die |