I heard he sang a good sons, I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him, and listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy, stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song.
If heaven is so wonderful, why do people pray to stop someone going there
Not really a scam or fraud, but I wasn't sure where else to put it.

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