| I’m wondering, I’m asking, I’m feeling, I’m seeing
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| I’m wondering, I’m asking, I’m reaching, I’m finding
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| I’m wanting
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| I watched you get the things that you could buy
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| Raise your arms and try to fly
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| Face turned up towards the sun
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| Nothing that you dare deny
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| Because it’s hunger that feeds you, hunger that bleeds you
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| Falling forward into nothing catching at the air
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| And everything still out of reach
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| With the chill of sweat drying on your back
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| I’m finding, I’m feeling, I’m strething, falling. |
| .
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| There’s nothing that you can resist
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| But you must deny yourself first to get a fix
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| Another cure that doesn’t exist — that’s all there is
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| Because it’s hunger that feeds you, hunger that bleeds you
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| Falling foward into nothing catching at the air
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| I’m wondering, I’m asking, I’m looking, I’m begging. |
| .
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| You and I, we walk these unforgiving streets
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| We get so desperate sometimes we can barely speak
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| And through the night the sirens scream
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| But just like us, they don’t fix on anything
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| But we take our different poisons, the ones half-chosen
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| And first comes the blinding flashing light
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| Then the wave of the blast and then the waiting emptiness
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| Because it’s hunger that feeds us, hunger that bleeds us
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| There is no end to this
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| There is no end to this |