| Your reflection increases in the bed
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| Your wide smile and wooded footsteps
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| Your silver hair, your red checked shirt
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| Buttoned to your apple
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| Laugh until it hurts
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| Do I believe in golden gates?
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| Don’t know the answers
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| Are you an angel or a saint?
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| Or just my truth?
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| I don’t know what exists
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| Or when the Heaven’s over
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| I know for sure
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| If perfect’s out there, it’s you
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| If perfect’s out there, it’s you
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| You’re more than blissful
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| A sleeve that wears your heart
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| Coloring the spectrum
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| Lighting up the dark
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| Count the time
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| Awake before you sleep
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| Think of Mona Lisa, smiles for your dreams
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| Do I believe in golden gates?
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| Don’t know the answers
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| Are you an angel or a saint?
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| Or just my truth?
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| I do hope God exists
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| Or when the Heaven’s over
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| I know for sure
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| If perfect’s out there, it’s you
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| If perfect’s out there, it’s you
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| If perfect’s out there
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| Who knows what is beautiful?
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| Who says what is beautiful?
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| Who knows what is beautiful?
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| Who says what is beautiful?
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| If perfect is out there, its you
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| If perfect is out there, its you
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| If perfect is out there…
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| If perfect is out there…
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| It’s you
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| If perfect is out there
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| It’s you |