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The preacher
talked to me and he smiled,
Said, come and walk with me, come and
walk one more mile.
Now for once in your life you're alone,
But you aint got a dime, there's no time
for the phone.
Ive just got to get a message to you,
hold on, hold on.
One more hour and my life will be
through, hold on, hold on.
I told him Im in no hurry,
But if I broke her heart, wont you tell
her Im sorry.
And for once in my life Im alone,
And Ive got to let her know just in time
before I go.
Ive just go to get a message to you,
hold on, hold on.
One more hour and my life will be
through, hold on, hold on.
Well I laughed but that didn't hurt,
And it's only her love that keeps me
wearing this dirt.
Now Im crying but deep down inside,
Well I did it to him, now it's my turn
to die.
Ive just got to get a message to you,
hold on, hold on.
One more hour and my life will be
through, hold on, hold on.
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Made a wrong turn, once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'no way, it's all good', it didn't slow me
down
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated
Look, I'm still around
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than **in' perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
like you're nothing
You're **in' perfect to me
You're so mean, when you talk about yourself,
you were wrong
Change the voices in your head, make them like
you instead
So complicated, look happy, you'll make it
Filled with so much hatred such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the
same
Oh, pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever
feel
Like you're less than **in' perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
like you're nothing
You're **in' perfect to me
The whole world's scared so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice
cold beer
So cool in line, and we try, try, try, but we
try too hard and it's a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics, cause they're
everywhere
They dont like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves, and we do it all the time
Why do we do that? Why do I do that?
Why do I do that..?
Yeah, oh, oh baby, pretty baby
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than **in' perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're **ing perfect to me
You're perfect, you're perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
like you're nothing
You're **in' perfect to me
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