I'm a whore and I'm feeling sorry for myself
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In your arms I am drowning like the child I was
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I need more can you help me?
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Feed my sins, come and kill me
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It's calling me
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Endless skies falling freely down upon my head
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So much for hopeless dreaming frustration settles in
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Sickness
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| Grey Daze |
