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Well, some have called me hunger's child |
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Some have turned away |
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Well, some said wild and a few said free |
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Some have refused to say |
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Ah, do you think that you know my name? |
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Well, the songbird somehow sweetly sings |
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The sun somehow she shines |
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And the fireflies cut the cold black wind |
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Paint their strange designs |
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And the wind she sings my name |
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Take your armies, take them from my door |
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Your battle's built on doom |
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All your standards all lie shattered now |
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'Neath the portals of my room |
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And the walls they sing my name |
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Well, some have called me hunger's child |
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Some have turned away |
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Well, some said wild and a few said free |
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Some have refused to say |
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Do you think that you know my name? |
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Do you think that you know my name? |
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Do you think that you know my name? |
