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I pull you up by your bootstraps You pull me down by my belt loops But baby, we've pulled through By the skin of our teeth I never said I was perfect I just crossed my fingers Finding perfection in Clumsy hands, open hearts. I bite my lip and reach for skylines You shrug you shoulders and trod below But through bootstraps and teeth-skin I know we'll meet in the middle So we'll both take deep breaths And I'll stroke your hair One foot follows another; difficult But we've been here before