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Such a broken young thing
Wears her pain like a stolen wedding ring
Likes to think she's the poison
On the lips, on the lips of the king

She wants to be the wreckage
She wants to be damned
She wants to ruin everything
And everyone she had

Out there in the desert
Stands a single tree
And that's where I've been waiting
For the girl that she could be

And out here in the desert
With the last sign of life
And that's where I've been waiting
For the girl that she could be

She wanna be, wanna be
The tragedy
Wanna be, wanna be
The mess that she's
Always been, always been
The wildfire
Burning through your heart

Such a broken young thing
With no intention of saving herself
Likes to think she's the ballerina
Dancing rings dancing rings
Round the king

She wants to be the wreckage
She wants to be damned
She wants to ruin everything
And everyone she had

Out there in the desert
Stands a single tree
And that's where I've been waiting
For the girl that she could be

And out there in the desert
Stands a single tree
And that's where I've been waiting
For the girl that she could be

Waiting in the desert
Out by the tree of life
My first thought in the morning
And my last thought for the night

The tragic ballerina
Sitting in the dressing room
Asking her broken mirror
Where it all went so wrong

And out there in the desert
Stands a single tree
And that's where I've been waiting
For the girl that she could be

Waiting in the desert
Out by the tree of life
My first thought in the morning
And my last thought for the night

And life is what you make it
But it's the kind of dance
Some people they were built for this
And some people just aren't.

She's the tragedy
She's the shooting star
She has always been the wildfire
That is burning through your heart

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