| You thing I’d have it down by now
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| Been practicin' for thirty years
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| I should have walked a thousand miles
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| So what am I still doin' here
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| Reachin' out for that same old piece of forbidden fruit
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| I slip and fall and I knock my halo loose
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| Somebody tell me what’s a boy supposed to do?
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| 'Cause I get so clumsy
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| I get so foolish
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| I get so stupid
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| And then I feel so useless
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| But you’re sayin' You love me
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| And you’re still gonna hold me
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| And that You wanna be near me
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| 'Cause You’re makin' me holy
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| You’re still makin' me holy, yeah
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| I’m gonna get it right this time
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| I’ll be strong and I’ll make You proud
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| I’ve prayed that prayer a thousand times
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| But the rooster crows and my tears roll down (again)
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| Then You remind me You made me from the dust
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| And I can never, no never, be good enough
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| And that You’re not gonna let that come between us
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| From where I stand
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| Your holiness is up so high I can never reach it
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| My only hope is to fall on Jesus |