When everyone goes their own way.
I try so fucking hard to be,
I try so fucking hard to be perfect.
A million ghosts, a million saints
And they're all dancing the same way.
I try so fucking hard to be, I try so fucking hard to be perfect.
I'm perfect, perfect.
I'm so perfect, perfect.
I'm perfect, perfect.
And who the hell are you?
Fifteen million ways to cope,
I cut my hands on the golden ropes.
I see treetops, treetops,
Treetops, treetops,
Treetops, treetops.
Oh you are vanity, you are beauty and the beast.
You are what you are, not what you see.
I see treetops, treetops. I see treetops, treetops.
I try so fucking hard to be
I try so fucking hard to be perfect.
I try so fucking hard to be,
(I try so hard.)
I try so fucking hard to be,
(I try so hard.)
Perfect.
A thousand different things to say, When everyone goes their own way. I try so fucking hard to be, I try so fucking hard to be perfect. A million ghosts, a million saints And they're all dancing the same way. I try so fucking hard to be, I try so fucking hard to be perfect. I'm perfect, perfect. I'm so perfect, perfect. I'm perfect, perfect. And who the hell are you? Fifteen million ways to cope, I cut my hands on the golden ropes. I see treetops, treetops, Treetops, treetops, Treetops, treetops. Oh you are vanity, you are beauty and the beast. You are what you are, not what you see. I see treetops, treetops. I see treetops, treetops. I try so fucking hard to be I try so fucking hard to be perfect. I try so fucking hard to be, (I try so hard.) I try so fucking hard to be, (I try so hard.) Perfect. Explain Request ×
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