| In the circle of dying time
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| there’s a thinning of salt,
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| What was kept from slipping in will be soaring out
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| A color
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| that can’t be described,
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| A power
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| that can’t, can’t be denied
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| This is the hunger and I’ll feed
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| I WANT IT, I WANT IT,
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| What died long ago I glady sold cause I, I I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I WANT IT ALL
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| Radiating with blinding light
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| a newborn spreads it’s wings,
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| And beneath the starving crawl
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| to taste of better things
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| A color
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| that can’t be described,
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| A power
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| that can’t, can’t be denied
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| This is the hunger and I’ll feed
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| I WANT IT, I WANT IT,
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| What died long ago I glady sold cause I, I I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I WANT IT ALL
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| Ohhhh, this is the hunger and I’ll feed
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| I WANT IT, I WANT IT,
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| What died long ago I glady sold cause I, I I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I WANT IT,
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| This is the hunger and I’ll feed
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| I WANT IT, I WANT IT,
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| What died long ago I glady sold cause I, I I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I WANT IT ALL |