She was the kind of girl that never quite fit in
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Holes in her shoes and freckles on her skin
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Every time she saw those school doors open wide
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She'd wanna turn around and run back home and hide
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She got used to being stuck at the back of the line
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The kind that kept her head down
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Most of the time
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Secret dreams 'bout the boy in the high school band
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And wake up thinking
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She never had a chance
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She's a wildflower
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That's waitin' on a sunny day
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Waitin' on the winds of change to blow
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Just a red hot spark that's looking for a little flame, yeah
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Trying to find the perfect place to grow
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She's a wildflower
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She makes a wish on every single star she sees
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Yeah somewhere deep down she still believes
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She prays every night before she goes to bed
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Pretty soon her life is gonna change
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She just doesn't know it yet
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She's a wildflower
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That's waitin' on a sunny day
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Waitin' on the winds of change to blow
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Just a red hot spark that's looking for a little flame, yeah
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Trying to find the perfect place to grow
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Yeah she's trying to find a place
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She's a wildflower that's waiting on a sunny day
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She's the secret that nobody knows
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She's a wildflower, she's a wildflower, she's a wildflower
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Wildflower
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Point Of Grace |