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There was a time when I was alone

Nowhere to go; starving fam’ly at home

I was to weak to hunt; we had no food

And the Hunger Games were coming up soon

Then one day as I starved in the rain

He burned the bread–I thought he was insane

He tossed it to me even though he knew

He should be mixing it with the pigs’ slew, 

 

 

He said, “Peeta Pan, that’s what they call me,

And I promise that you’ll never go hungry.”

And ever since that day…

 

 

He is the Bread Boy, from District 12

Always there to lend a hand when I need help 

And when we’re bored, we think of long ago

Always on the run from President Snow

“Run, run, Katniss,” he said to me

“Go and hide out inside a tree.”
District 12 is home

To bread boys like he

And bread boys like he love me

District 12 is home

To plant girls like me

And plant girls like me love he

 

He showered me with gifts and love

And told me to believe

Believe in this love story we’d achieved

Together we would run away

With a team of three

To our troublesome destiny

As we ran all through the town

That never loved me,

I realized that maybe Snow would finally bleed

Soon enough, we reached the Capital

What happened there was unimaginable

And I just want to say…

 

She was my sister from District 12

Always there to make me laugh or help me out

When we were bored, we’d play with her old cat

Always on the run from mem’ries of Dad

“Run, run, Primrose,” I screamed to she

“Away from Snow’s brutality.”

District 12 was home

To sisters like she

And she was so dear to me

District 12 was home

To sisters like me

And I was so dear to she.

 

Peeta Pan, Gale Hawthorne, Primrose darling

Even tyrant Snow, you are my legacy for life

District 12, I loved you so, you were once my home sweet home

Forever a plant girl at last

 

Peeta Pan, Gale Hawthorne, Primrose darling

Even tyrant Snow, you are my legacy for life

District 12, I loved you so, you were once my home sweet home

Forever a plant girl at last.

 

And for always I will say,

My name is Katniss Everdeen

Always there to lend a hand or help you grieve

And when I’m bored I go into the woods

Always on the run from mem’ries of old

Run, run, Katniss, they hiss at me

Cato’s right there, behind that tree

District 12 was home 

To people like me

And now people like me are free

District 12 was home

To people like me

And people like me are free.