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I live to die
How can my father turn to a God
Who creates everything to die?
I feel deceived, rejected...
How can one pray?
All so useless, senseless, cruel...
Then I prefer to turn away
Then I prefer to turn away
From your God who can't be mine
Who can't be mine...
I live to die   How can my father turn to a God   Who creates everything to die?   I feel deceived, rejected...   How can one pray?   All so useless, senseless, cruel...   Then I prefer to turn away   Then I prefer to turn away   From your God who can't be mine   Who can't be mine...