And the games still go onWith a warning to the bishop from the pawnNo one sees an angel till it smashes to the groundAnd then you run somewhereAnd leave it lying thereThen on we sailNever thinking that the wind could ever failNo one gets to heaven till they've lived awhile in hellAnd even then it's rareThat you'll be going thereNow we understand. All traces of Magica must be eliminated. Infection. Infection. Delete, delete, delete, delete, delete,delete delete delete delete..
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And the games still go onWith a warning to the bishop from the pawnNo one sees an angel till it smashes to the groundAnd then you run somewhereAnd leave it lying thereThen on we sailNever thinking that the wind could ever failNo one gets to heaven till they've lived awhile in hellAnd even then it's rareThat you'll be going thereNow we understand. All traces of Magica must be eliminated. Infection. Infection. Delete, delete, delete, delete, delete,delete delete delete delete..