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What would the heretics say? War is money.
And how do the preachers all feel where they're fucking?
How will the doctors all die? From prescription.
And how do the preachers all feel where they're fucking?
How will the doctors all die? From prescription.
Where is the sex in your life? Behind closed doors.
Fire meets its end on water. Ashes lend themselves from the air. Steam will start to rise.
Fire meets its end on water. Ashes lend themselves from the air. Steam will start to rise.
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