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no one comes from hereand so i'm not afraideveryone's the same as mewe don't talk the sameso we don't talk at alland our hosts just look on with gleei'm the bishop of babel nowso it's low, yes it's low you must bowthough my flock may sneer and mocki'm the bishop of babel nowyou'll see me in the streetin golden hat and capeand blessing all the waifs and straysin the hail and shinesmiling, resignedand abandoned to foolish waysfor i'm the bishop of babel nowas even stray dogs will allowthe poor folks flockaround and remarklook, the bishop of babel's downoh i'm the bishop of babel nowand my audience don't count in this townif relic and flockhere set to roti'm the bishop of babel nowsad old bishop of babel now
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