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Living in a world of sin With prostitutes looking in on every move you make and every step you take. Hiding with broken skin that's almost paper thin. Now will you please awake all of those, who are fake They're lurking in the door and awaiting the war made by a single whore with a plan of bore | ||||||||||||||
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