| I wanna leave you time,
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| plenty of space so that I’m,
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| still amused,
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| when you write.
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| I wanna take it easy on, inner child,
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| break out and bite the hand that holds you down
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| and take my cues from the horses mouth,
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| I wanna hold, every moment in my own hands,
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| Feel every breath that i take in,
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| Love you the way that I know I can.
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| But it’s impossible,
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| to live in parables,
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| cause we by nature are,
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| imperfect animals.
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| These hips, can carry all your kids,
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| I’ll be the perfect mix, of what you have and what you miss,
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| We’ll grow some perfect leaves on our braches.
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| Keep steady feet while we’re dancing,
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| To set the pace for our grankids.
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| Cause it’s impossible
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| to live in parables,
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| cause we by nature are,
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| imperfect animals.
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| And it defies design
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| to be a paradigm,
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| Still I want perfection
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| as an imperfect animal.
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| Give me pieces to lighten up,
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| When the storm starts,
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| Take up some slack from my heavy heart,
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| and be a perfect counterpart.
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| I’m trying to understand what makes us how we are.
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| Take the hurtin as a learning part,
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| Imperfection is a perfect place to start.
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| It’s impossible,
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| to live in parables,
|
| cause we by nature are,
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| imperfect animals.
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| And it defies design,
|
| to be a paradigm,
|
| still I want perfection.
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| I want perfection,
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| as an imperfect animal. |