| Starving, I’ve got this hunger
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| Growling from deep within
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| Carving an internal thunder
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| Oh a craving that wears me thin
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| Well, it’s hard to ingest
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| So many faces
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| I get my fill but still
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| Those passersby
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| Leave me empty
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| On a diet of strange places
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| It all should enhance my senses
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| Tell me why
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| Does the spice of loneliness
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| Seem all but tasteless
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| And lays there
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| To haunt me from inside
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| And leaves me…
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| Many a trap
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| Are set and baited
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| From tension
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| Of temptation of the game
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| But ones who are fed
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| Are those who waited
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| Takes…
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| Leaves it curbed and tame
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| Only time’ll find me home
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| And safely sated
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| But until that time I’ll remain |