I got a problem I hate to admit
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Hell, no one likes talkin' about it
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It's the painful condition of every man,
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We'd all be saints here without it
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It's these beautiful things
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I'm like a moth to a flame
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And it's buring my wings away
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It's money and sex
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It's money and drugs
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It's the longing to look young forever
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It's reachin' for more when you're all ready full
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It's all this destructive behavior
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It's these beautiful flames
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I'm like a moth to a flame
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And it's burning my wings away
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And noone promises tomorrow
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Our best laid plans might go to waste, oh they may
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But I won't be afraid, No I won't be afraid
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Cause I've got a little faith and a holy grace
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And we've got love in our hearts
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And I'm tryin real hard to do somethin good today
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Beautiful Things
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| Corey Smith |
