| We walked out like lions short on prey
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| And move noisily toward the game
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| All pride, how wide are my eyes?
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| Are you hungry now? |
| Are you hungry now?
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| We liked to watch the fights break out
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| And end in grief from these cheap plastic seats
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| And hold each other a little closer
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| We’ve got a place for the night
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| What are you worried about?
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| We’ve got our answerphones
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| Are you hungry now? |
| Are you hungry for?
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| We’ve got our alibis straight
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| What are you worried about?
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| I think I liked you more when you were worse
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| (Are you hungry now? Are you hungry for?)
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| Black bird and we’re back again
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| I caught a shock but my heart’s still beating
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| Stop shaking your hips at me
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| You could learn a little less of photography, sure
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| We like to watch the fights break out
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| And end in grief from these cheap plastic seats
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| And hold each other a little closer
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| We’ve got our friends in the city
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| What are you worried about?
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| We’ve got our alibis
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| Are you hungry now? |
| Are you hungry for?
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| We’ve got our answer phones on
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| What are you worried about?
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| I think I liked you more when you were worse
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| And at the point between the rain outside
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| Hanging suspended in the air and the room around you spinning
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| You’ll find the time for you need it
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| 2,500 miles apart and I never saw it clearer
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| We prayed for moments like this
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| Little sparks, little hits from someone else’s god
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| How hanging out of the fifteenth story window
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| Has never felt so relaxing
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| Bring out the real fun, turn on the real drums |