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New orleans is a dying whore - lyrics

Take the 1800's before the inception of modern day ideals,
Fake grip of appeals straight to the street run, no
Bar room virgin, double vision - cocaine, to a whore house of pain

New Orleans is a dying whore, naked she sleeps on my floor

The spreading highway, the underwater staircase
Leading up to a black room, to leave there you're a fool
Mob world politics, so broke it can't fix, trapped
In a time zone, there's no place like home

New Orleans is a dying whore, naked she sleeps on my floor

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