OKAY THEN
Apples grow on trees, and I'm the
guy born with the noose already around
his neck. Oranges you have to squeeze.
And I'm so tired of this dreck.
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If I could say so, there'd be nothing left
to do : kite in the sky, park the truck next
the that wreck, get out and walk away.
Starbucks baby, here I come. Find me
the crowd, I've got the gun.
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Mass terror waits for no man. They plow
them down with no respect, and I stay here
to watch. You know someday they're coming
home. Here, for life and limb. We've got all
else confused, might as well be this too.
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Apples grow on trees, and I'm the
guy born with the noose already around
his neck. Oranges you have to squeeze.
And I'm so tired of this dreck.
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