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I am not a sinnerI fall asleep after dinnerThis table used to be my favorite treeA temper isn't courageYou eat too much and then purgeElectric eyes judge the elastic cityWhere is my conviction?Well, I was as convicted as a gospel singerI'm still addicted, like a vampire slayerI just have no missionThere's an invisible church inside of meIt's deep, dark and unitedI don't know why I'd hide itBut I must have done some kind of good job'Cause now I can't even find it From Letras Mania