| What can you tell me, of the perfect man.
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| What can you tell me, now I don’t quite understand.
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| We lose our grip, we glide and stall.
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| Some things come easy, some don’t come at all.
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| We chip away at the perfect man.
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| What can you show me, now I don’t quite understand.
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| Eye to eye nothing left to say
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| But will you really throw it all away.
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| We trip, we stumble, and we all fall down.
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| Things go wrong, though are strong.
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| We slip, we fumble, and we all fall down
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| Round and round, we all fall down.
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| Sometime…
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| No matter how we try to keep things straight.
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| It makes no difference, while we cause our fate.
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| We burn our candle unaware.
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| While on our knees we cry in prayer.
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| We trip, we stumble, and we all fall down.
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| Pain wont last, this too shall pass.
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| We slip, we fumble, and we all fall down
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| Round and round, time and time, again.
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| But ahhhh,
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| If it’s so simple then explain to me.
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| How pain is so close to ecstasy.
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| How change can make you feel so free.
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| Ahhhh,
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| If we were meant to be such perfect fools.
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| Then why do we always break the rules,
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| Crashing through life’s scenery.
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| We trip, we stumble, and we all fall down.
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| Angry cries and desperate lies.
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| We slip, we fumble, and we all fall down
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| Hearts to mend, sun comes up again. |