Sick of Love
I am sick
I am sick of love
I went to the physician
I went to the magician
They said I needed a prayer
So I should see the pastor
But I could not find solution
I am consumed in my confusion
The dead rose up
The sea dried up
The darkness went and light come
The snow melted and spring came
I was tired of all this ecclesiastics
For I am consumed in my confusion
Love is the only solution
Which will bring satisfaction
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