Theres a wino in a garbage can looking for a bite Theres a lovely girl with lonely eyes needing love tonight Theres a junkie in the alley about to go insane Yeah, theres more than one kind of hunger pain
Theres a gambler out in Vegas praying for an ace And a runaway from Cleveland longing for a place Willard Scott says the crops are thirsty for some rain Yeah, theres more than one kind of hunger pain
Tonight I feel so empty in this big old lonely bed Nothing but your memory to keep my hunger fed Im aching for the whisper of your lips calling my name Ohh, its a crying shame
Theres an old man in a nursing home who craves of human touch Theres a baby in an orphan home who needs one just as much Theres a world of people starving for a world of different things Oh, theres more than one kind of hunger pain
God, I feel so empty in this big old lonely bed Nothing but your memory to keep my hunger fed Im aching for the whisper of your lips calling my name Oh, its a crying shame Theres more than one kind of hunger pain
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Theres a gambler out in Vegas praying for an ace And a runaway from Cleveland longing for a place Willard Scott says the crops are thirsty for some rain Yeah, theres more than one kind of hunger pain
Tonight I feel so empty in this big old lonely bed Nothing but your memory to keep my hunger fed Im aching for the whisper of your lips calling my name Ohh, its a crying shame
Theres an old man in a nursing home who craves of human touch Theres a baby in an orphan home who needs one just as much Theres a world of people starving for a world of different things Oh, theres more than one kind of hunger pain
God, I feel so empty in this big old lonely bed Nothing but your memory to keep my hunger fed Im aching for the whisper of your lips calling my name Oh, its a crying shame Theres more than one kind of hunger pain
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