Eldest 11 - Prostitute | Текст песни

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• Eldest 11
• Prostitute

Let the prostitute breathe!
Under the concrete.
Where they can't find a strategy.
And I tell you look at me for awhile...
A Shot caller, Misery!
and it kills me.
The Stars crash down.

Prostitute.....You stole my dreams away....
(and the pearls I gave)
Why did I...Let you make me feel this way?
(Should've walked away)

Maybe I could cut your throat,
give you less hope.
In the end we're all afraid.
We float away (make me feel better).
Anemic in a world they say's insecure.
Full of disease....
I'm fighting my own.....crushed....

Prostitute.....You stole my dreams away....
(and the pearls I gave)
Why did I...Let you make me feel this way?
Prostitute.....You stole my dreams away....
(and the pearls I gave)
Why did I...Let you make me feel this way?

Gold digger....Put the gun in your mouth!
Gold digger....I'm a junkie from walking on burning ground!
Gold digger....and I choke from her perfume...
Gold digger....Harlet! and I feel so abused....

I'm sick of living, but I keep lying.....to myself.....

Prostitute.....You stole my dreams away....
(and the pearls I gave)
Why did I...Let you make me feel this way?
Prostitute.....You stole my dreams away....
(and the pearls I gave)
Why did I...Let you make me feel this way?