| Perfect’s never perfect, news already old
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| Go on and give me a reason not to slit my throat
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| Settle back and quiet down
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| There’s a new choir in town
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| A hypocritical melody
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| And I can’t afford to let it affect my empty credit
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| I can’t afford to listen to dreams
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| Don’t wait up I won’t be coming back
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| For you this time
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| Don’t wait up, it’s time for me to roll this loaded dice
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| Perfect’s never perfect, news already old
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| Go on give me a reason not to slit my throat
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| I’ve got something special kept right up my sleeve
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| Go on and give me a reason not to go and leave
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| Settle up and quiet down
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| My head is ringing out
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| And I’ve got nothing to say to you
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| I spend my whole life making all these master plan
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| With not a thought of what is in my hands
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| Don’t wait up I won’t be coming back
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| For you this time
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| Don’t wait up, it’s time for me to roll this loaded dice
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| Perfect’s never perfect, news already old
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| Go on give me a reason not to slit my throat
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| I’ve got something special kept right up my sleeve
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| Go on and give me a reason not to go and leave
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| Even if I had the world
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| It would never be enough
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| Even if I had your heart
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| Would I ever feel your love?
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| These four walls can keep me in
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| But I need to find a way
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| To find a way
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| Perfect’s never perfect, news already old
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| Go on give me a reason not to slit my throat
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| I’ve got something special kept right up my sleeve
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| Go on and give me a reason not to go and leave
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| Perfect’s never perfect, news already old
|
| Go on give me a reason not to slit my throat
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| I’ve got something special kept right up my sleeve
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| Go on and give me a reason not to go and leave
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| We’ll be singing woah-oh
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| It makes no sense at all
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| We’ll be singing woah-oh
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| It makes no sense at all |