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Look what's become of you;
lost for days beneath the scorching sun,
without water you'll never last,
but we'll wait...
Now we sense you're almost dead,
our noon day meal has come at last,
carrion baked in the sun, we sat...
Look what's become of you;
lost for days beneath the scorching sun,
without water you'll never last,
but we'll wait...
Now we sense you're almost dead,
our noon day meal has come at last,
carrion baked in the sun, we sat...