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Texty: Beanbag. Face I Paint.

My life has always been
Damaged by the holes in me
It's what I call humanity

My thoughts have always been
The windows for my pleasured eyes
I kept on chasing vanity

My mind has got a physical attraction
To yearn for satisfaction
It chokes my heart so I can't see us
My heart starts to rust

My mind has got a physical attraction
To yearn for satisfaction
It chokes my heart so I can't see us
My heart starts to rust

It started out malignant
And underneath the face I paint
When I am on my own
I began to focus in on anything, but God

My mind has got a physical attraction
To yearn for satisfaction
It chokes my heart so I can't see us
My heart starts to rust

My mind has got a physical attraction
To yearn for satisfaction
It chokes my heart so I can't see us
My heart starts to rust

Although I lie, though I cheat
Though I am still incomplete
Although I am just what I am
And all my goodness counts for nothing

You give me life
And you take my heart
And you take my heart
And you take my heart
And you take my heart

It chokes my heart so I can't see us
My heart starts to rust

My mind has got a physical attraction
To yearn for satisfaction
You take my heart so I see Jesus
My heart's with you at last

Even though my mind has got
A physical attraction
To yearn for satisfaction
You take my heart so I see Jesus
My heart's with you at last