the wild bride lives
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in the back of a forest
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on a black dark path
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her feet are like tree roots
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her hands of vines
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and she holds you and she will entwine
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dreams, she finds out are shattered like a knife
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and she hopes that somewhere along the line
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and she might find--she has thorns and she scars
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and she will leave her mark
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she's the wild one
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she's the wild bride
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the wild bride asks
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and hopes for the future
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and children, an abundance of them
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but a ball and a chain and war, her domain
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she wants them no longer this way
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dreams she finds out are shattered like a knife
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and she hopes that somewhere along the line
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she might find--
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can I tear back the veils that are here?
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resisting the white gown I fear
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for the wildness in me wants to exist
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why must I wear these tattered old dresses
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and white lace over my gown
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and why must I be a barbie doll figure
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like on a cake, on a crown
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why does it have to be?
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can I change the loop on the wild bride
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underneath? and her dreams
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she finds out are shattered by life
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and she hopes that somwhere along the line
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she might find--love
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the wild bride falls to the earth
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a sacrifice
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no one can break from this ball and chain
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of this wild bride
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the thorns in her hands
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and a rest for her skins
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and belly filled with gold
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and seed like a pomegranate
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and roots for her limbs
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and telling you she'll wrap you with sin
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Wild Bride
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Toni Childs |