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Paper bag

(Fiona Apple)

I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
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
Cuz I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works
When it costs too much to love

And I went crazy again today,
Looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope

Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine,
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope

I said, "honey, i don't feel so good, don't feel justified

Come on put a little love here in my void"

He said "it's all in your head", and I said "so's everything"

But he didn't get it I thought he was a man

But he was just a little dang boy

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

Hunger hurts, but i want him so bad, oh it kills
Cuz i know i'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold cuz these hands are just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works
When it costs too much to love

Hunger hurts, but i want him so bad it kills
Cuz i know i'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works,
When it cost too much to love.



(Imagem Terry Rodgers)