




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 Im a mess he dont 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 And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb Looking for a little hope
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