So a red paper bag broke my heart today
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No one knows that it came form your hands
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The blood is still perched by the third letter form the right
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The red paper bag has been tucked away
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Safe from supply and demand
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but if I dare delight in its beauty I might just keep dying again and again
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So the red paper bag tries to call to me
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As I tear drowns an ant on the floor
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I suppose it is worse to indulge in a curse than to fight
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But I'm just abot dead from this tradgedy
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Or am I she says with a grin
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I find out what its worth just by finding out how much it hurts
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And the state I'm in.
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I'll just pu the two corners together
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My soul plays a grave for the night
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As I bury my head in the pillows he says
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Perhaps in another life.
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Red Paper Bag
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| Sarah Fimm |
