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I'm looking for something and I'll tell you what,
when I find it, I don't know what I'll do.
Chasing ideas for the pain of the chase
When I already know I'm losing the race

And I don't set my sights too high
I don't need perfect, perfect's a lie.
I don't want something broken and pasted
Cutting me further to numb and wasted.

But you, when I hold your hand
I want to feel it shake my soul--
make me secretly thrilled and silently ashamed
every time you say my name.
If you make me laugh and make me cry
I swear I'll never leave your side.

I don't want perfect,
I'll pass it right by, but something
That makes me want to try,
Like chasing you for the simple grace
Lost in my dreams without a trace.

But when I've caught you:
imperfect, ridiculous, afraid and in my arms
I wonder, what happens next?

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Yay. ^_^

thank you.