| Hell nobody’s perfect
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| One hundred percent
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| No saint, no pope, no king no queen
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| No president
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| But our hunger for heroes
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| Has made us blind
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| We seek salvation
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| From the cup of human kind
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| But every time we hear the voice
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| Of some new Abraham
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| We wake too late to realize
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| It was just another scam
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| Fallen angel, fallen angel
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| Well I guess you were no angel after all
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| Fallen angel, fallen angel
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| You always take us with you when you fall
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| I said nobody’s perfect
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| From head to toe
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| Not Einstein or Elvis or Lenin or Marx
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| Or Marilyn Monroe
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| Cause it’s mostly illusion
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| In flesh and bone
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| An image, a look, a song or a book
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| That we all claim for our own
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| But even in the best of us
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| There lies beneath the skin
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| The tragic flaw in nature’s law
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| That’s bound to do us in
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| Fallen angel, fallen angel
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| Well I guess you were no angel after all
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| Fallen angel, fallen angel
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| You always take us with you when you fall
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| Pretty faces up on the silver screen
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| Flawless bodies on covers of magazines
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| They all look perfect to us
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| So rich and cool and bored
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| But hold the presses boys
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| They’ve checked into Betty ford
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| Turns out nobody’s perfect
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| From a to z
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| It’s best to follow your heart
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| Then to follow me
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| Cause I’m only a singer
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| Playin' a song
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| And I’ve just been making it up
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| As I went along
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| See I met a man who told me once
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| Sincerity’s the key
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| And once you learn to fake it
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| Son you’re gonna be home free
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| Fallen angel, fallen angel
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| Well I guess you were no angel after all
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| Fallen angel, fallen angel
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| You always take us with you when you fall |