| High in the clouds, up on a hill
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| You talk to the stars, they tell you to chill
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| I try to tell you what everyone knows
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| You’re perfect in the way that you are
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| If you stole all the colors that persist in the air
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| Sold them to black without much of a care
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| Drew on my art, bleeped every sound
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| I’d thank you cause you left me my heart
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| Compassion always sets you apart
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| You and I will always belong
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| So give a little sing to your song
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| Don’t be sad or scared at all
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| Even if you can’t recall, you’re perfect in the way that you are
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| Perfect in the way that you are
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| If you took a boat to the middle of sea
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| And spent all my money seeking treasures for me But came up empty-handed every week after week
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| I’d tell you that your love is still cheap
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| That you are worth the trouble to keep
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| You and I will always belong
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| So give a little sing to your song
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| Don’t be sad or scared at all
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| Even if you can’t recall, you’re perfect in the way that you are
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| Perfect in the way that you are
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| Even if you’re slightly ajar
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| Even if you’re looking bizarre
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| Even though you failed us so far
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| You’re perfect in the way that you are
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| Even when you’re coming apart
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| Even when you’re breaking my heart
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| Even when you love a la carte
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| You’re perfect in the way that you are
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| Perfect in the way that you are
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| Perfect in the way that you are
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| Perfect in the way that you are |