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Perfect's never perfect, news' already old
Go on and give me a reason not to slit my throat
I got something special kept right up my sleeve
Go on, give me a reason not to go and leave

Settle back and quiet down
There's a new choir in town
A hypocritical melody
And I can't afford to let it affect my empty credit
I can't afford to listen to dreams

Don't wait up I won't be coming back
For you this time
Don't wait up, it's time for me to roll this loaded dice

Perfect's never perfect, news already old
Go on give me a reason not to slit my throat
I've got something special kept right up my sleeve
Go on and give me a reason not to go and leave

Settle up and quiet down
My head is ringing out
And I've got nothing to say to you
I spend my whole life making all these master plans
With not a thought of what is in my hands

Don't wait up I won't be coming back
For you this time
Don't wait up, it's time for me to roll this loaded dice

Perfect's never perfect, news already old
Go on give me a reason not to slit my throat
I've got something special kept right up my sleeve
Go on and give me a reason not to go and leave

We'll be singing 'woah-oh'
It makes no sense at all
Singing 'woah-oh'
It makes no sense at all

Even if I had the world
It would never be enough
Even if I had your heart
Would I ever feel your love?
These four walls can keep me in
But I need to find a way
To find a way

Perfect's never perfect, news already old
Go on give me a reason not to slit my throat
I've got something special kept right up my sleeve
Go on and give me a reason not to go and leave

Perfect's never perfect, news already old
Go on give me a reason not to slit my throat
I've got something special kept right up my sleeve
Go on and give me a reason not to go and leave

We'll be singing woah-oh
It makes no sense at all
We'll be singing woah-oh
It makes no sense at all

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