(Dennis DeYoung)
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Hell nobody's perfect
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One hundred percent
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No saint, no Pope, no King no Queen
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No President
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But our hunger for heroes
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Has made us blind
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We seek salvation
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From the cup of human kind
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But every time we hear the voice
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Of some new Abraham
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We wake too late to realize
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It was just another scam
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Fallen angel, fallen angel
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Well I guess you were no angel after all
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Fallen angel, fallen angel
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You always take us with you when you fall
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I said nobody's perfect
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From head to toe
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Not Einstein or Elvis or Lenin or Marx
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Or Marilyn Monroe
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Cause it's mostly illusion
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In flesh and bone
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An image, a look, a song or a book
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That we all claim for our own
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But even in the best of us
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There lies beneath the skin
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The tragic flaw in nature's law
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That's bound to do us in
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Fallen angel, fallen angel
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Well I guess you were no angel after all
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Fallen angel, fallen angel
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You always take us with you when you fall
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Pretty faces up on the silver screen
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Flawless bodies on covers of magazines
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They all look perfect to us
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So rich and cool and bored
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But hold the presses boys
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They've checked into Betty Ford
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Turns out nobody's perfect
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From "A" to "Z"
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It's best to follow your heart
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Then to follow me
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Cause I'm only a singer
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Playin' a song
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And I've just been making it up
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As I went along
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See I met a man who told me once
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"Sincerity's the key
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And once you learn to fake it
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Son you're gonna be home free"
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Fallen angel, fallen angel
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Well I guess you were no angel after all
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Fallen angel, fallen angel
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You always take us with you when you fall
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Fallen Angel
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| Styx |
