| And I know how you are
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| When you come back in the evening
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| Some cookies for dinner
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| And I know why you always talk to yourself
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| But you can't say sorry
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| You cry, you dry yourself, you look at yourself, you scold yourself
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| You would like but you don't know why
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| They all look thinner or happier
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| At least a lot more than you
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| You knew how to love yourself as the sea loves a shell
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| You knew how wonderful you are
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| Perfect, perfect, perfect, so imperfect
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| Perfect, perfect, perfect, imperfect for whom
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| With your cold hands on the door
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| And the frightened eyes of those who wait
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| Perfect, perfect, perfect, so imperfect
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| And I know you don't know
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| Where did you put the bag
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| Give that answer
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| Run and get lost
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| You wake up but it's late
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| Repeat it's okay
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| You seem happy at other people's parties
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| But you don't want to be there
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| And you never learn that bad luck is a lesson
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| That saved you being the mistake
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| Perfect, perfect, perfect, so imperfect
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| Perfect, perfect, perfect, imperfect for whom
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| With your cold hands on the door
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| And the frightened eyes of those who wait
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| Perfect, perfect, perfect, so imperfect
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| Like your mother's slightly burnt cake
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| Like gold that repairs certain cracks
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| Like the lipstick you wasted on the glass
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| Like you, like you who survive love
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| Perfect, perfect, perfect, so imperfect
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| Perfect, perfect, perfect, imperfect for whom
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| With your cold hands on the door
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| And the frightened eyes of those who wait
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| Perfect, perfect, perfect, so imperfect
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| So imperfect |