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Perfection is unattainable Well, I’m a perfect fool Comparison is the thief of joy Lessons I wish I had learned in school Pretty sure I’ll miss you for the rest of time Along country roads and abandoned homes is where you’ll live inside of my mind Godless yet sacred, nothing felt sweeter than Sunday’s by your side I’m still sticking my thumb out in my dreams, praying for one last ride
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Nov 7, 2023
Nov 7, 2023 at 12:02 PM UTC
John's Island
Perfection is unattainable Well, I’m a perfect fool Comparison is the thief of joy Lessons I wish I had learned in school Pretty sure I’ll miss you for the rest of time Along country roads and abandoned homes is where you’ll live inside of my mind Godless yet sacred, nothing felt sweeter than Sunday’s by your side I’m still sticking my thumb out in my dreams, praying for one last ride
amanda-sharpley
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Nov 7, 2023
Nov 7, 2023 at 12:02 PM UTC
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