| 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 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 I want him so bad, oh it kills
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| Cuz I know I’m a mess he don’t wanna clean up I got to fold cuz 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 justified
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| Come on put a little love here in my void,'- he said
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| It’s all in your head,'and I said, So’s everything'-
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| But he didn’t get it — I thought he was a man
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| But he was just a little boy
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| -Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
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| Cuz I know I’m a mess he don’t wanna clean up I got to fold cuz 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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| -Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
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| Cuz I know I’m a mess he don’t wanna clean up I got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold
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| -Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love |