Poor man Lazarus, sick and disabled,
dip your finger in the water;
come and cool my tongue,
'cause I'm tormented in the flame!
He had to eat crumbs from the rich man's table
dip your finger in the water;
come and cool my tongue,
'cause I'm tormented in the flame!
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