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Past Imperfect
Words and music by John Allee

We were living the dream
I was standing so tall
We had nothing to lose
When the winning was good we were raking it in
But you figured me out, you figured me out, you figured me out,
You figured me out, you figured me out, you figured me out

We were having a blast
In my imperfect past
Past imperfect
But the die had been cast
By my imperfect past
Past imperfect
It beats me on the hardways bets I make
And you can bet those bets are hard when the house is on the take
That’s my mistake
I was running on fumes
You were drifting away
It was all going south
When I thought we were up I was bringing you down
But you figured me out, you figured me out, you figured me out
You figured me out, you figured me out, you figured me out

I’ll never outlast
My imperfect past
Past imperfect
It comes on so fast
My imperfect past
Past imperfect
It clocks me like a dealer on the street
And kicks me to the curb at the sign of any heat
And there we meet

It’s endless and vast
My imperfect past
Past imperfect
Look at all I’ve amassed
In my imperfect past
Past imperfect
A collection of the things I never said
Regrets I’ll have to live with ‘til the moment that I’m dead
And what’s ahead

We were living the dream
I was standing so tall

But you figured me out, you figured me out, you figured me out
You figured me out, you figured me out, you figured me out
You figured me out, you figured me out, you figured me out