| Stepping stones lead me out of the unknown
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| I’m waiting for your body here to save me from the cold
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| Broken notes of songs we’ve just begun
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| Listening through a paper cup to the muffled sound of love
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| And I, oh, I try to get it through, get it through to you
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| I know I’m not perfect, oh-oh-oh
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| I got my heart out on my sleeve
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| I know I’m not perfect, oh-oh-oh
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| But that’s all that I can be
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| Imperfect me
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| On this road to a place that we don’t know
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| All I know is that we’ve traveled here so many times before
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| Tried my hand with my odds against my will
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| And I’m left with so much more to find and half a heart to fill
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| And I, oh, I try to get it through, get it through to you
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| I know I’m not perfect, oh-oh-oh
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| I got my heart out on my sleeve
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| I know I’m not perfect, oh-oh-oh
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| But that’s all that I can be
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| Imperfect me
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| Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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| Perfect love you’ll never find
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| I love the flaws in your design
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| The imperfections that you see
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| And the scars of you and me
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| Are the truth of everything we’re meant to be
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| I know I’m not perfect, oh-oh-oh
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| I got my heart out on my sleeve
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| I know I’m not perfect, oh-oh-oh
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| But that’s all that I can be
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| I’m not perfect, oh-oh-oh
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| I got my heart out on my sleeve
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| I know I’m not perfect, oh-oh-oh
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| But that’s all that I can be
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| Imperfect me
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| Imperfect me
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| Oh-oh-oh |