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Cold Whore
All I wanted was some piece
And you turned out to be a cold whore
You brushed me off
I kept coming back for more
My heart is a post-whore zone
It reeks of blood and smoke
I need morphine
I can't blame whoever decided to wage this whore
I fight for good
The betterment of humankind
I wanted piece
But you turned out to be a cold whore
And you turned out to be a cold whore
You brushed me off
I kept coming back for more
My heart is a post-whore zone
It reeks of blood and smoke
I need morphine
I can't blame whoever decided to wage this whore
I fight for good
The betterment of humankind
I wanted piece
But you turned out to be a cold whore
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