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Out of the cage you come running at me Died seven times before we could agree Now that we're not perfect we have to be good Now that we're not perfect it's misunderstood They wiggled a finger that puts you in place Your neighbor complained of the noises we make Now that we're not perfect we have to be good Now that we're not perfect it's misunderstood I write to you With the words of a few They have mastered the use Of the language we use "I forgave you long before I met you For the things that you were bound to do" Now that we're not perfect we have to be good Now that we're not perfect we're misunderstood When I'm tired you make me smile with your eyes Though my heart beats witness to the teeth that have lied Are you tough? Did you open your mouth? Like a rotting flag I age without sound Now that we're not perfect we can be good Now that we're not perfect we're misunderstood Now that we're not perfect we have to be good Now that we're not perfect it's misunderstood The paint from your walls Was dripping on top of your feet The paint from your walls Was dripping on top of your feet The paint from your walls Was dripping on top of your feet The paint from your walls Was dripping on top of your feet feet