(Damn These) Hungry Times

Cousteau

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    It's so formless
    That's what's killing me
    Remorseless, relentless
    And it's endlessly this pressure
    On pleasures hard to find
    Its expression
    Walks amongst these hungry times
    Like the blues made flesh

    And so it goes
    What of this can we keep?
    We're scratching out a living here
    Where living is dear and life is cheap
    So we pray to all of the gods who'll listen
    Deliver me, consider me
    Get rid of these hostilities at my shoes
    How can it be true? I

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    I'll toe the line
    But damn these hungry times
    Just a little would taste so fine
    But damn these hungry times

    I'm suspicious
    If love don't leave no scars
    Between its kisses
    Its curses and its calm
    You know it won't do
    If love's enough to eat
    Then we'd hunger
    And on the licks of love we'd feast
    'Til we're ghosts
    Of a memory

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