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Coming down the back of a strangerI can feel my heavy bags nowI can see my life is in dangerCan't stop the weather when the hail comes downI can see the preacher falling up above from the big blue skyListen up, you can hear him callingCalling me up but it ain't my time to dieAin't my time to dieAin't my time to dieAin't my time to dieAin't my time to dieOh mighty God, I can feel your angerA revelation as my head hits the groundPolitical priest or some other pranksterHands in my pockets as he's stripping me downHoly are some of his peopleHoly to me and holy to youSpeaking up in social conversationNothing to say while I'm in the roomAin't my time to dieAin't my time to dieAin't my time to dieAin't my time to dieAin't my time to dieAin't my time to dieAin't my time to dieAin't my time to die From Letras Mania