Diet Of Strange Places de K. D. Lang

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Diet Of Strange Places
Diet Of Strange Places

Starving I've got this hunger growing from deep within
Carving an internal thunder oh 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

Starving I've got this hunger...

Many a trap are set and baited
From tension of temptation of the game
But ones who are fed are those who waited
Takes it hard in line leaves it curbed and tame
Only time'll find me home and safely set
But until that time I'll remain

Starving I've got this hunger...
Oh craving that wears me thin

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