Just look at me, I've got nothing to sell
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But I always sold it easy to you
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You can keep all your virtues, your stony faced judgements
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They're bigger pills to swallow than the truth
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I've got everything to gain, I've got nothing to lose
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I'll sell myself to you anytime, where I chose
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Hands are getting dirty as the cries call out for more
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Cross my palm with silver and I'll be, I'll be your whore
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I'll be your whore, your whore
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Sore eyes and chains, that killing time
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There's a killing just begging to be made
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You can have your pound of flesh, it's yours for a price and
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Only God's getting bone left to trade
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And I know how it feels to be alone in a crowd
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Driven by the voices that scream out loud
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And if love is a beauty spot then I'm an open sore
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Get your money down and I'll be, I'll be your whore
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I'll be your whore
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I'll be your whore
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I'll be your whore
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Before you accuse, I already stand convicted
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All these scars of mine, are all self inflicted
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If love is an ocean then I'm washed upon the shore
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Search us once again, search us once more
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Just one more time, I'll be your whore
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Got everything to gain and I've got nothing to lose
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I'll sell myself to you any damn way I chose
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Hands are getting dirty as the cries call out for more
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Cross my palm with silver and I'll be, I'll be your whore
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I'll be your whore
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I'll be your whore
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I'll be your whore
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I'll be your whore
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Cold metal
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Cold metal
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Cold metal
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Cold metal
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Cold metal
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Cold metal
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Whore (From Swoon CD single)
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| Mission U.K. |
