Corey Smith

Corey Smith - Beautiful Things

rate me

I got a problem I hate to admit

Hell, no one likes talkin' about it

It's the painful condition of every man,

We'd all be saints here without it

It's these beautiful things

I'm like a moth to a flame

And it's buring my wings away

It's money and sex

It's money and drugs

It's the longing to look young forever

It's reachin' for more when you're all ready full

It's all this destructive behavior

It's these beautiful flames

I'm like a moth to a flame

And it's burning my wings away

And noone promises tomorrow

Our best laid plans might go to waste, oh they may


But I won't be afraid, No I won't be afraid

Cause I've got a little faith and a holy grace

And we've got love in our hearts

And I'm tryin real hard to do somethin good today

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