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sleepin in your bedall the pores are shoutinlike minstrels lost on wasteland widerecalling all the wordstold by thick and blind-foldunwanted starsdeep into the graylittle subtle spieshave coloured creep into delightthen seats turn hot seatsthey won't stop talkinguntil your star's fallingstar's fallingthey're so hungrythey're so hungrywith eyes of dazzlin brightthey're so hungrythey're so hungrycan't tell you whythey're so hungrythey're so hungrywith eyes of dazzling brightthey're so hungrythey're so hungrybut why should I? From Letras Mania