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It don't matter if you know what's right, what's wrong if you can't help what you do well they say that a sinner is a weak man full of fear who can't hold back from what he loves well, I must be a sinner of the worst kind 'cause baby I can't help loving you well when I first hit that bottle I was young, I was strong now I can't tell just what went wrong well I know when I'm up, when I'm down, when I been found out but I cant seem to change my ways well there's a number of things Ive tried to change about myself over the years, weed out the bad from the good, get rid of the bad, keep the good, but you know it's a hard thing with these addictions--what's bad feels good, what's good feels bad, and sooner or later you can't tell the difference, and after that you don't care anymore, you know a bad habit's hard to break when it seems like all you got, and love's the same way; every time my heart gets broken I think to myself 'never again, never again will I subject my well-being to the whims of someone else.' but much to my chagrin, here it comes again, Lord I see you coming and I know that the most dangerous of all my addictions and the hardest to get rid of is you baby you baby you baby 'cause when I, when I see you all decked out in your torn shoes well baby I can't help lovin' you Aus Songtexte Mania