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Mission U. K.
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Just look at me, ive got nothing to sellBut i always sold it easy to youYou can keep all your virtues, your stony faced judgementsTheyre bigger pills to swallow than the truthIve got everything to gain, ive got nothing to loseIll sell myself to you anytime, where i choseHands are getting dirty as the cries call out for moreCross my palm with silver and ill be, ill be your whoreIll be your whore, your whoreSore eyes and chains, that killing timeTheres a killing just begging to be madeYou can have your pound of flesh, its yours for a price andOnly gods getting bone left to tradeAnd i know how it feels to be alone in a crowdDriven by the voices that scream out loudAnd if love is a beauty spot then im an open soreGet your money down and ill be, ill be your whoreIll be your whoreIll be your whoreIll be your whoreBefore you accuse, i already stand convictedAll these scars of mine, are all self inflictedIf love is an ocean then im washed upon the shoreSearch us once again, search us once moreJust one more time, ill be your whoreGot everything to gain and ive got nothing to loseIll sell myself to you any damn way i choseHands are getting dirty as the cries call out for moreCross my palm with silver and ill be, ill be your whoreIll be your whoreIll be your whoreIll be your whoreIll be your whoreCold metalCold metalCold metalCold metalCold metalCold metal
