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I'm tired of holding out for it, tired of waiting around for it, |
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Weighing in pound for pound with it, face down humping the ground for it. |
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I'm tired of whoring the little I got like a blind old beggar in a parking lot, |
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Like a joke machine that cranks and smokes and everyday tells the same bad joke. |
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What I need is a little bit of hunger |
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That I can dig myself out from under, |
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A hard rain and a roll of thunder, |
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A little greed, a little bit of hunger. |
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I'm sick of holding the door for it, forever wanting more from it, |
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Never get to the core of it, always a tug of war with it. |
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I'm sick of running 'round the same old track, sitting here spinning like a beetle on its back, |
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Tired of pouring buckets of sand and then counting the grains left in my hand. |
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What I need is a little bit of hunger |
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That I can dig myself out from under, |
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A hard rain and a roll of thunder, |
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A little greed, a little bit of hunger. |
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What I need is a little bit of hunger |
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What I need is a little bit of greed |
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A hard rain and a roll of thunder, |
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That I can dig myself out from under. |
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My lover's arms are warm, why would I want to leave my bed this morning? No matter, day is dawning... |
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Gimme one good reason why, I should try and try and try and write line after flaccid little line. |
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But I'm scared of holding out for it, scared of coming face to face with it, |
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But I cannot bear the lack of it, so I am stuck here back to back with it. |
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What I need is a little bit of hunger |
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That I can dig myself out from under, |
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A hard rain and a roll of thunder, |
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A little greed, a little bit of hunger. |
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What I need is a little bit of hunger |
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What I need is a little bit of greed, |
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A hard rain and a roll of thunder, |
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That I can dig myself out from under. |
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What I need is a little bit of hunger, |
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A little greed, a little bit of hunger... |
