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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 but if |
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I dare delight in its beauty |
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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 |
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I'm in. 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. |