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I was having a sweet fix
of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality i knew,
was a hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope
began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that
my chances were
approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near,
so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird,
but it was just a paper bag
Hunger hurts,
and I want him so bad, oh it kills
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
hunger hurts,
but starving works
When it costs too much to love
of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality i knew,
was a hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope
began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that
my chances were
approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near,
so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird,
but it was just a paper bag
Hunger hurts,
and I want him so bad, oh it kills
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
hunger hurts,
but starving works
When it costs too much to love
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