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ImPerfection

I look at doors passing for broken hearts
I look at windows passing for broken mirrors
Now we are lifting them up as a matter of fact
Always keeping this grip as firm as we can

We'll rebuild everything that was brought down

We uplift our spirits
as we can understand this fate

We look at those buildings


And don't like what we see

So we want everything that is close to perfection to cease confusion and rage

And we look at those buildings

To join all these pieces we may find on the ground
Always facing this fate face to face
And we want to stir you with emotions
To keep this grip never letting it go

Now we are lifting them up as a matter of fact
Always keeping this grip as long as we can
We'll restore things to where they were

We'll restore things to where they were

Johnny.

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