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I am not a saviour I am not a saint I am not an angel who's coming I don't believe in anything pure like you do So many times before so many times and more I taste the bitter sweet So every now and then you hear my cursing tongue Sometimes you go along So now live on hope and fear no more I am not a monk I am not a silly dope I want to bring it home I want to make it clear I want to tell you dear all ends here So now live on hope and fear no more I am not a monk I am not a silly dope I want to bring it home I want to make it clear I drift on water you walk on land You're not a martyr please understand I don't beliebe in anything pure like you do From Letras Mania