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a victim From light, becomes feed for the parched Bishop, you're as far from the cloth as the dogs And we share that familiar thirst Bishop, mouths
a victim, from light, becomes feed for the parched. Bishop, you're as far from the cloth as the dogs. And we share that familiar thirst. Bishop, mouths
a victim from light, becomes feed for the parched. Bishop, you're as far from the cloth as the dogs. And we share that familiar thirst. Bishop, mouths
