| Mysterious, blown in with the night
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| All this beauty captured in a frame
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| Visibly shaken, but never stirred
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| Drives them insane
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| I see the way she plays her men
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| And I know I’ve got to know her name
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| She’s so beautifully broken
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| Shaped by the wind
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| Dangerously twisted
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| Here I go again
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| I see the way she cast her spell
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| It’s like drowning in moonlight
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| Discards them she’s done
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| They’re lost in her twilight
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| I watch her move from star to star
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| And I wonder why, why it feels so right
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| She’s so beautifully broken
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| You can barely see the flaw
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| Especially from a distance
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| Which is always how I fall
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| Why do I fall for the dangerous ones
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| The ones that never learned to let go And why do I lie to myself
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| And pretend that I can break her
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| When she’s already been so Beautifully broken
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| Why do I fall for the dangerous ones
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| The ones that don’t know how to let go And why do I lie to myself
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| And pretend that I could break her
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| When she’s already been so Beautifully broken
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| Shaped by the wind
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| Dangerously twisted
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| Here I go again, here I go again |