The cigarette scent flowing,
the hooker's heals are breaking.
She's so poisoned and on the edge,
but the drugs isn't helping.
Where's all that self-respect?
There's just a huge soul damage.
In between the people she's losing,
her broken heart is crying.
The redeemer awaits,
to put together all the lost conscious.
She's fighting the passionate occasion,
before she loses herself.
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