The Homeless Truth

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My pocket's full of broken dreams
Some sweet words should get me through this week
Too many broken hopes
Oh , look there's a rope

Tie the strings
I'll be anyone's puppet now
However you choose to keep me warm
Feed me the sweet poison I always disliked
Hunger is not knowing yourself

Save me ,
I'll be your dear
Weak and weary
My hopeless journey ends here

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