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I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star |
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To pray on, or wish on, or something like that |
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I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy |
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Whose reality |
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I knew, was a hopeless to be had |
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But then the dove of hope began its downward slope |
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And I believed for a moment that my chances |
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Were approaching to be grabbed |
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But as it came down near, so did a weary tear |
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I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag |
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Hunger hurts, and |
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I want him so bad, oh it kills'cause |
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I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up |
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I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold |
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Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love |
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And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb |
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Looking for a little hope |
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Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine, |
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And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope |
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I said, "Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justifiedCome on put a little love here in my void.'He said, " |
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It's all in your head,"And I said, " |
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So's everything," but he didn't get itI thought he was a man but he was just a little boyHunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills'cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean upI got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to holdHunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to loveHunger hurts, but I want him so bad, oh it kills'cause I know I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean upI got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to holdHunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to loveHunger hurts, but I want him so bad, oh it killsBecause I know that I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean upI got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to holdHunger hurts, but starving, it works when it costs too much to love |
