You may not think you're perfect
But perfection's all that's shown
Racing to the top
Soon you'll reach the throne
I wish you saw what I see
Because I've always known
You've got what it takes
To make this world your own
I believe you bless us all
With your grace and strength
You're the friend to whom I stress
How high of you I think
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
You may not think you're perfect
But perfection's all that's shown
Racing to the top
Soon you'll reach the throne
I wish you saw what I see
Because I've always known
You've got what it takes
To make this world your own
I believe you bless us all
With your grace and strength
You're the friend to whom I stress
How high of you I think
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