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