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| 154 5/29/02 The Hunger (A Song) She's all alone with the hunger, All alone by herself, Nothing she can do right now, Cause she won't touch herself Sitting back in her desk chair, Thinking about next time, That we will be together, So she doesn't have to fuck herself All alone, Thoughts clouding up her mind, The hunger grows, With only future to hold With all the energy inside now, She could have some great fun, But I am not with her so she, Just twiddling her thumbs And every passing second now, The hunger still grows, I fear next time we meat each other, She'll just rip off my cloths All alone, Thoughts clouding up her mind, The hunger grows, With only future to hold A few more days, Of this torturing hell, Then well see, How much the hunger has swell |