| Let’s create
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| Nah not yet
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| I’m ready to create now
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| Naah not yet, hold on
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| No, let’s create now
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| Aight
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| Let’s just take our time
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| Pretend like we started this
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| Pretend like we are creation
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| Pretend like it’s all on us to be perfect
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| How about, let’s just be perfect
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| And let us not pretend that we ain’t made in God’s images
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| Let’s make good on these promises and be perfect
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| How about let’s be perfect
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| These hands of mine can hold the weight of planets
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| Allow me to use the hues of lunar cools to paint a canvas
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| Of explosions and vibrant emotions that we know we could
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| Explore the outer most with no risks, even though we know we should
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| You are the ocean, I am a mountain
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| When a piece of me falls off in you there’s no way of countin'
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| The days and times another you and me will arrive
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| But watch it grow to reach the sky
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| Emoted to be like you and I
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| I hope it has your glowing eyes
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| The light, the dark
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| I won’t refuse it love, instead I’ll give it heart
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| Probably the same color as Mars
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| Was shining, blinding stars
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| To the fathers afar
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| Until it reaches God
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| Let’s just take our time
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| Pretend like we started this
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| Pretend like we are creation
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| Pretend like it’s all on us to be perfect
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| How about, let’s just be perfect
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| And let us not pretend that we ain’t made in God’s images
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| Let’s make good on these promises and be perfect
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| How about let’s be perfect
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| I know what this means
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| You are all my sins
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| On this back seat car
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| Do it big, do me baby
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| I know what this means
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| You wanna be a star
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| Won’t you Shake it for me, shake it for me baby
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| Do it like you love me, do it like you love me
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| Do it like you love me, do it like you love me
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| Oooh do it like you love me, do it like you love me
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| Baby, baby, baby
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| Let’s just take our time
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| Pretend like we started this
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| Pretend like we are creation
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| Pretend like it’s all on us to be perfect
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| How about, let’s just be perfect
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| And let us not pretend that we ain’t made in God’s images
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| Let’s make good on these promises and be perfect
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| How about let’s be perfect
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| So what should we call it?
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| Cadillactica
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| Cadillactica?
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| Cadillactica |