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K.D. LANG >> Merchandise Links
K.D. LANG
(k.d. lang) Starving, I've got this hunger Growing from deep within Carving an internal thunder Oh a craving that wears me thin Well, it's hard to ingest So many faces I get my fill but still Those passersby Leave me empty On a diet of strange places It all should enhance my senses Tell me why Does the spice of loneliness Seem all but tasteless And lays there To haunt me from inside And leaves me... Many a trap Are set and baited From tension Of temptation of the game But ones who are fed Are those who waited Takes... Leaves it curbed and tame Only time'll find me home And safely set But until that time I'll remain
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