| I want to be perfect just like you
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| Pull my strings, show me what to do
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| I want to be high and never come down
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| I want to know why and I want to know how
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| I want to fall in love with a perfect stranger
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| And out of touch with the God that made her
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| I want her to pick me up and hang me out to dry
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| Show me glimpses of the other side
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| Karma karma, you reap what you sow
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| Karma karma, please pay what I’m owed
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| I’ve got to be perfect
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| I’ve got to be perfect
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| Pick my pocket when my back is turned
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| Then lecture me on what I’ve learnt
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| I want to be perfect just like you
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| Pull my strings, show me what to do
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| Karma karma, you reap what you sow
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| Karma karma, please pay what I’m owed
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| I’ve got to be perfect
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| Perfect
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| You can hold me down
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| You can let me go
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| You can spurn my art
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| You can break my bones
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| And call it karma karma
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| I’m falling further further
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| Oh I want to be perfect just like you
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| Pull my strings, show me what to do
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| But karma karma
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| Please pay what I’m owed
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| I’ve got to be perfect
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| Perfect |