Not Perfect

Tim Minchin

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    This is my Earth
    And I live in it
    It's one third dirt and two thirds water
    And it rotates and revolves through space
    At rather an impressive pace
    And never even messes up my hair
    And here's the really weird thing
    The force created by it's spin
    Is the force that stops the chaos flooding in

    This is my Earth
    And it's fine
    It's where I spend the vast majority of my time
    It's not perfect, but it's mine
    It's not perfect

    This is my country
    And I live in it
    It's pretty big and nice to walk on
    And the bloke who runs my country
    Has built a demagoguery
    And taught us to be fearful and boring
    And the wierdest thing is that he is
    Conservative of politics
    But really rather radical of eyebrow

    This is my country
    And it's fine
    It's where I spend the vast majority of my time
    It's not perfect, but it's mine
    It's not perfect

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    This is my house
    And I live in it
    It's made of cracks and photographs
    We rent it off a guy who bought it from a guy
    Who bought it from a guy
    Whose grandad left it to him
    And the weirdest thing is that this house
    Has locks to keep the baddies out
    But they're mostly used to lock ourselves in

    This is my house
    And it's fine
    It's where I spend the vast majority of my time
    It's not perfect, but it's mine
    It's not perfect

    This is my body
    And I live in it
    It's thirty-one and six months old
    It's changed a lot since it was new
    It's done stuff it wasn't built to do
    I often try to fill it up with wine
    And the weirdest thing about it is
    I spend so much time hating it
    But it never says a bad word about me

    This is my body
    And it's fine
    It's where I spend the vast majority of my time
    It's not perfect, but it's mine
    It's not perfect

    This is my brain
    And I live in it
    It's made of love and bad song lyrics
    It's tucked away behind my eyes
    Where all my screwed up thoughts can hide
    'Cause God forbid I hurt somebody
    And the weird thing about my mind
    Is that every answer that I find
    Is the basis of a brand new cliché

    This is my brain
    And it's fine
    It's where I spend the vast majority of my time
    It's not perfect, but it's mine
    It's not perfect
    I'm not quite sure I've worked out how to work it
    It's not perfect
    But it's mine

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    Composición: Tim Minchin

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