So you got everything
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(that you can count on one hand)
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But your spirit grows weak
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(and you feel like the better man)
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You wanted it all, you like to play ball
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But you know
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Playing a role won't make you whole
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No
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The perfect mess you're in
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It doesn't cost a thing
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The perfect mess you've made
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Shame
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So a life in the breeze
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(full of nothing you can recall)
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It don't mean shit to me
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(and your stories get boring and old)
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Cheap kicks wear off no love is lost
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And you go along for the ride
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Keep what you find.
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The perfect mess you're in
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It doesn't cost a thing
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The perfect mess you've made
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Shame
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Go on and disappear
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yeh
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Give and you take the more times you fake
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Will leave you with a hole
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That big wide space you know so well
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And I can't save you
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theres nothing waiting for you
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You had your chances a credit that you blew.
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The Perfect Mess
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Blood Red Shoes |