Lord, I feel like a fool!
I tasted the fruit again.
It seems like I'd realize, if it could open my eyes, then I'd have seen way back when.
And I need to know why, why, why, why, why.?
I chase the wrong that I desire and replace the death that I deserve in a heart that's grown so cold by a pride becoming so bold and forget about everything I've learned.
And I need to know why, why, why, why, why.?
I do what I don't want. Do it and don't know why.
I do what I don't love. Do it and don't know why.
I do what I don't want. Do it and don't know why.
I do what I don't love. Do it and don't know why.
Don't really know how I can live between the things I do and say. Like how I beg for Your grace, stand up and spit in Your face, take up my mat and run away.
And I. I'm dying to know why.
I do what I don't want. Do it and don't know why.
I do what I don't love. Do it and don't know why.
I do what I don't want. Do it and don't know why.
I do what I don't love. Do it and don't know why.
I do what I don't want. Do it and don't know why.
I do what I don't love. Do it and don't know why.
I do what I don't want. Do it and don't know why.
I do what I don't love. Do it and don't know why.
I do what I don't want. Do it and don't know why.
I do what I don't love. Do it and don't know why.

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