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No such thing as flawless, perfect, peerless; Only fallen varmints grubbing helpless, Guided by old books to find redemption And some vindication from above.   Perfect spirits all alike and charming,
Verse 1: Sometimes I wanna runaway, But I can't find the words to tell you I'm not gonna stay, So I'm just gonna say "You don't belong to me, your washed up, your so fake"
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