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  The hunger inside given to me,
  Makes me what I am.
  Always it is calling me,
  For the blood of man.
  
  They say I cannot be this,
  I am jaded.
  Hiding from the day,
  I can't bare it,
  Cannot tame the hunger in me
  
  Oh, I say I did it,
  Always searching,
  You can't fuck with me.
  So instead you'll taste my pain.
  
  The hunger inside given to me,
  Makes me feel alive.
  Always out stalking prey,
  In the dark I hide.
  Feeling, falling, hating,
  Feel like I am fading, hating life.
  
  They say I cannot be this,
  I am jaded.
  Hiding from the day.
  I can't bare it,
  I cannot tame the hunger in me...
  
  Oh, I say I did it
  Always searching,
  You can't fuck with fate.
  So instead you'll taste my pain.
  
  You say your life I'm taking,
  Always bothering me.
  I can't take this anymore,
  I'm failing, always smothering me
  
  You look down on me,
  Hey what you see,
  Take this gift from me.
  You will soon be me.
  
  Nothing seems exciting,
  Always the same hiding

  
  
  
  
  
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  Well, you wonder why
  I always dress in black,
  Why you never see bright
  colors on my back,
  And why does my appearance
  seem to have a somber tone.
  Well, there's a reason for
  the things that I have on.
  
  I wear the black for the
  poor and the beaten down,
  Livin' in the hopeless,
  hungry side of town,
  I wear it for the prisoner
  who has long paid for his crime,
  But is there because h
  e's a victim of the times.
  
  I wear the black for
  those who never read,
  Or listened to the
  words that Jesus said,
  About the road to happiness
  through love and charity,
  Why, you'd think
  He's talking straight to you and me.
  
  Well, we're doin' mighty fine,
  I do suppose,
  In our streak of lightnin'
  cars and fancy clothes,
  But just so we're reminded
  of the ones who are held back,
  Up front there ought '
  a be a Man In Black.
  
  I wear it for the sick
  and lonely old,
  For the reckless ones whose
  bad trip left them cold,
  I wear the black in mournin'
  for the lives that could have been,
  Each week we lose
  a hundred fine young men.
  
  And, I wear it for
  the thousands who have died,
  Believen' that the
  Lord was on their side,
  I wear it for another hundred
  thousand who have died,
  Believen' that we all
  were on their side.
  
  Well, there's things that
  never will be right I know,
  And things need changin'
  everywhere you go,
  But 'til we start to make a move
  to make a few things right,
  You'll never see me
  wear a suit of white.
  
  Ah, I'd love to wear
  a rainbow every day,
  And tell the world
  that everything's OK,
  But I'll try to carry off
  a little darkness on my back,
  'Till things are brighter,
  I'm the Man In Black.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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