For The Love Of It - Live & Acoustic

Perfectionism is a thief
Life a form of robbery
Steals my creativity
Tears me down
Not singing for the world's applause
Embrace all of my perfect flaws
Bring an end to this internal war

For the love of it I will sing
I will sing
Whimsical melodies I will bring
I will bring

Open fields before my eyes
Golden hues across my skies
I will make self-love my guide
There's magic bottled up in me
I just need to set it free
Promised land of milk and honey
Is waiting for me

For the love of it I will sing
I will sing
Whimsical melodies I will bring
I will bring

Oooh, oooh, oooh

For the love of it I will sing
I will sing



Credits
Writer(s): Alison Grant
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