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Come-come-commala
Soon we all will crawl-a
Some folken would end all things
If you paid them a dolla'!
Come-come-commala
If you paid them a dolla'?
Some folk would destroy the Tower
Just to see it fall-a!
Come-come-commele
Our wounds will never heal
In pale wastes past Empathica
It's more than cold you feel
Come-come-commele
More than cold you feel
And pity Mordred spider's child
But don't be his next meal.
Come-come-commele
Our wounds will never heal
In pale wastes past Empathica
It's more than cold you feel
Come-come-commele
More than cold you feel
And pity Mordred spider's child
But don't be his next meal.
