[Verse 1]
There's a festival in our future
We're all giddy with anticipation
I'll be hanging flowers on scented bowers
To enhance the festivation
There'll be merriment in the courtyard
And waltzing even in the hallways
Won't it just be perfect?
Won't it just be perfect?
Won't it just be perfect?
Don't you think it will be just perfect?
Of course
Isn't it always?

[Verse 2]
It's another perfect Monrolasia morning
Shiny children play benеath a shiny sky
Every bird in every tree
Singing еxtra prettily
It's all perfect, so why aren't I?
I know my role
And every day, I play it
Who I really am, I never let them see
But I'm feeling, deep inside
Where the weird parts of me hide
Maybe perfect isn't perfect for me
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