En we zingen allemaal maar gewoon weer mee!
Ja!
Kom maar, u ook, daar in die hoek.
Zing maar mee!
(Trekt eigen schouder tegen onderkaak, daar net onder het oor, en slaat met knuist tegen niemand in het bijzonders bovenarm. Liefst met tanden-op-elkaar-glimlach.)
Kom maar!
In koor!
Nee, nee, u ook!
Allemaaaaaal!
Er mág gedanst worden!

Klik en zing!

"I was having a sweet fix
Of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality I knew
Was a hopeless to be had

But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances were
Approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love"

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