| I can smile the perfect smile
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| And still be hurt within
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| The scars I bear are nowhere near
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| The surface of my skin
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| Who can love the perfect love
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| Never short or thin
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| If you’re above suspicion
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| Knowing my condition
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| Come into my life
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| I’ve got a lot to give
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| I can play the perfect game
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| And still have room to lose
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| The choice of how I crawl of bow
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| Must be mine to choose
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| Who can hear the perfect ear
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| Playing out of tune
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| If you’re above suspicion
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| Knowing my condition
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| Come into my life
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| I’ve got a lot to give
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| You can come into my life
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| I’ve got a lot to give
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| You can come into my life
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| You can come into my life
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| You can come into my life
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| I have seen the high and low
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| And all the inbetweens
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| Shared your cause and found applause
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| To be a distant dream
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| It was never, never, never, never, never far away
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| So it always seemed
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| If you’re above suspicion
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| Knowing my condition
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| Come into my life
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| I’ve got a lot to give
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| Come into my life
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| I’ve got a lot to give
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| Come into my life
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| I’ve got a lot to give
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| Come into my life
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| I’ve got a lot to give
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| You can come into my life
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| You can come into my life
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| You can come into my life
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| You can come into my life
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| You can come into my life
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| You can come in to my life
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| You can come into my life
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| Come into my life
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| I’ve got a lot to give |