| Shoulders of perfection
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| Let them drag you straight across
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| And tell me
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| Have we found perfection
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| Are we finally lost and
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| I’m staring from a distance
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| Why don’t you come get a closer look
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| I can guarantee that lickin' the package
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| Ain’t ever quite as good as
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| So they’re looking for a new face
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| With a voice to go along
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| I can tell you right now that ain’t my style
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| I don’t do no sing alongs
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| With my freedom from the mighty sky to the ground
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| She said you’ve got the freedom baby
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| Walk out if they drag you down
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| Standin' on the edge of a crisis
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| We decide to raise our own voices
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| Consider that the sounds is our own
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| And the fact our feet grow up from the ground
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| This is where I wanna be
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| This is who I wanna be
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| So they get my voice
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| But they can they can never get my soul yes
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| There’s a million things about me
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| You will never know
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| Like they caught me on video
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| And yeah they caught me on radio yeah
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| They caught me on video radio stereo
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| Freedom from the mighty sky to the ground
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| She said you’ve got the freedom to walk out
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| If you drag me down
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| You’ve got the freedom baby to walk out
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| If they drag you down
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| If they drag you
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| If they drag you
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| Walk out |