Torsdag 3 december

2. How can I make you understand

I was drunk laying on my floor
And you came knocking on my door
I tried to get the door in a haste
And you threw a bible in my face

How can I make you understand
Get out of my face Mr Preacherman...

(Cause) to me it was no loss
That Jesus died on the cross
(Cause) my soul is not for sale
I don’t believe in your fairytale

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