A / Acroma / Wash Away (Some Desert Night)
Thirty-two years never learned a thing Spent too much time on cold dark streets Selling her body her soul for the almighty dollar If theres a god somewhere watching me she says, "Damn him for making me weak; but strong enough at the same time to live so long in hell."
She can wash away the dirt and stains Tastes of the impure Wash away the dirt and stains And wind up on the floor She can sell her body sell her soul Forget what it's all for And pretend that she don't care when they call her A dirty whore
Twenty-six years and I'm still here Collecting baggage scars and fear Selling my body my soul for the almighty dollar Sometimes I think that I just might Tumbleweed some desert night Leave this all behind and start a life That's not a lie
And wash away the dirt and stains The taste of the impure Wash away the dirt and stains And find a place to grow again Or walk away, just walk away And start a life that's more And go where I don't feel like another Dirty whore
Sometimes at night it feels like I could walk away Leave it all behind and start a life that's not a lie Sometimes I think that we could all just walk away Leave it all behind leave it all behind
Going to leave some desert night going to start a brand new day Going to leave some desert night going to start a brand new day Going to wash it away going to wash it away Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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