A preacher and his fanatism for convincing.
Lord
The voices outside are heaven
I wish I could join the speak
Ten years, nearly eleven
My brain won’t stop working, I’m weak
I wish I could join the speak
Will you let me see the blue sky?
My brain won’t stop working, I’m weak
Will you remove my chains?
Will you let me see the blue sky?
Will you tell me the reason of gas, why?
Will you remove my chains?
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