There’s a wino in a garbage can
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Looking for a bite
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There’s a lovely girl with lonely eyes
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Needing love tonight
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There’s a junkie in a pallet
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About to go insane
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Yeah, there’s more than one kind of hunger pain
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There’s a gambler out in Vegas
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Preying for an ace
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And a run-away from Cleveland
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Longing for a place
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Willard Scott says the crops
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Are thirsty for some rain
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Yeah, there’s more than one kind of hunger pain
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Tonight I feel so empty
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In this big old lonely bed
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With nothing but your memory
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To keep my hunger fed
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I’m aching for the whisper
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Of your lips calling my name
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Oh, it’s crying shame
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There’s an old man in a nursing home
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Who craves a human touch
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There’s a baby in an orphan home
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That needs one just as much
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There’s a world of people starving
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For a world of different things
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Oh, there’s more than one kind of hunger pain
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God, I feel so empty
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In this big old lonely bed
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With nothing but your memory
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To keep my hunger fed
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I’m aching for the whisper
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Of your lips calling my name
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Oh, it’s a crying shame
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There’s more than one kind of hunger pain
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Yeah, there’s more than one kind of hunger pain
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Hunger Pains
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| Confederate Railroad |
