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segunda-feira, 24 de outubro de 2011

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

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