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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"
