The lust, the flesh, and the pride of life
Drain the life right out of me
I don't know what I'm doing here
I don't know what I'm trying to be
I'm wasting time
I do not gaze at worthy things
Or get the joy that toil brings
And what I do bears little fruit
What I expect from vain pursuit
The good in me ain't hard to see
If you're here inside of me
When I'm gone without a trace
When I see you face to face
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