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I’ve been hanging on this story board for so long.
Yeah, I’ve been waiting to be drawn up or thrown away.
And I’m an addict of words, I confess. Inebriated,
I will stumble and fall, but I will dust myself off.
As hard as I try on any given night,
I can’t seem to help but trip on them all.
So if you’re listening just say so.
Cause I’m not an open book but I’ll turn the pages to get you started
And if you stick around well, Baby we’ll get to work on the next part and
I’m no perfect man. I don’t think I will be, but let’s be honest.
Perfection can’t last, but I promise I’ll stay close and stick around.
And I've been hanging on letters I wrote her.
They finally turned to words
that I can read and repeat to you.
They say, "I’ll say the wrong things at the right time,
but I’ll sing the right words to keep you up at night."
If you can hear me through this lame rhyme,
would it be absurd to think that it’s alright?
So if you’re listening just say so,
cause if I’m on your mind I need to know.
Cause I’m not an open book but I’ll turn the pages to get you started
And if you stick around well, Baby we’ll get to work on the next part and
I’m no perfect man. I don’t think I will be, but let’s be honest.
Perfection can’t last, but I promise I’ll stay close and stick around.
All the letters I’ve burned and all the pages I’ve turned,
seems like they go on forever
and all the lessons I’ve learned, as far as I’m concerned...
things can only get better.
Cause I’m not an open book but I’ll turn the pages to get you started
And if you stick around well, Baby we’ll get to work on the next part and
I’m no perfect man. I don’t think I will be, but let’s be honest.
Perfection can’t last, but I promise I’ll stay close and stick around.
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