A preacher and his fanatism for convincing.
My brain won’t stop working, I’m weak
I wish I could join the speak
I console myself thanks to you my Lord
My brain won’t stop working, I’m weak
You will treat me well, won’t you?
I console myself thanks to you my Lord
Entry to heaven I can’t afford
You will treat me well, won’t you?
But I will always be true
Entry to heaven I can’t afford
Ten years, nearly eleven
But I will always be true
The voices outside are heaven
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
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