| Don’t feel inspired by the faces I see
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| Flawless on socials, but can’t possibly be
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| They’re like someone imperfect, not even 18 on a screen
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| I move on to someone else
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| Ready for complicated nights with just one
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| I love the thrill, but chasing all of them is done
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| 'Cause soon as I act more than a late night, they run
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| Oh, they run, they move on to someone else
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| I’m not looking for perfect, just for somebody who
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| Holds it down when I’m hurting, lifts me up when I lose
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| There will be days when I can’t function
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| There will be nights I won’t sleep
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| I’m not looking for perfect, just for somebody who takes it slow
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| Just for somebody who takes it slow
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| Don’t need a subtle taste of what’s left unseen
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| Those odd behaviors, oh, they come off obscene
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| Yeah, I need a life of my own to blow off some steam
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| That doesn’t mean that I don’t want you
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| (That doesn’t mean that I don’t want you)
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| I’m not looking for perfect, just for somebody who
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| Holds it down when I’m hurting, lifts me up when I lose
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| There will be days when I can’t function
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| There will be nights I won’t sleep
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| I’m not looking for perfect, just for somebody who takes it slow |