I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
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To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
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I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
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Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had
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But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
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And I believed for a moment that my chances
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Were approaching to be grabbed
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But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
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I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag
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Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
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'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
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I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
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Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
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And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb
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Looking for a little hope
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Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine,
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And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope
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I said, 'Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified
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Come on put a little love here in my void,' he said
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'It's all in your head,' and I said, 'So's everything'
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But he didn't get it I thought he was a man
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But he was just a little boy
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Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
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'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
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I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
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Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
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Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
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'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
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I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
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Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
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Paper Bag
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| Fiona Apple |
