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
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Wanting
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| New Model Army |
