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As long as there's an apple tree There'll be apple pie And what is meant to be will be Who teaches birds how to fly Here in this world Where so few things
I'll admit I'm full of shit That's how I know I love you That's how I know I trust you You're not sure if there's a right or wrong But it feels like
Wonderful as it may seem, I've never been alone Open wide and look closely This is what I'm shown I've got friends in this cold city That won't pick
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[Chorus] She had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the fur] The whole club lookin at her She hit the floor [She hit the floor]
[ Verse 1 : ] { Cam'ron } Killa! Yo. I won't kiss her, maybe hug her but I don't even like her I might get it, hit it, split it but yo I'll never
Killa Yo, I won't kiss her, maybe hug her but I don't even like her I might get it, hit it, split it but yo, I'll never wife her I'll Rowdy Roddy Piper
Jesus Christ the Apple Tree The tree of life my soul hath seen Laden with fruit and always green The tree of life my soul hath seen Laden with fruit and
Apples, I'm home Gonna grab a fuck (Maybe play some hockey) My mouth is a liar (Beware) My feet are on fire (Who cares) I've never been shy-er (I'm not
That joint is hot, baby Lights, camera, action, hold up You know my style, I been blowed up Paper was young, now it's growed up Stacks so thick it's
I went down to the river to meet the widow She gave me an apple and it was red I slept in her black arms for a century She wanted nothing in return I
APPLES DON'T FALL FAR FROM THE TREE Writer Bob Stone When I was five I put on Mama's high heel shoes And paint my face And dance across the living room
chorus denn das was wir waren macht uns zu dem der wir sind, unser leben jetzt als mann geprägt durch die erfahrungen als kind, denn das was
My mouth was a crib and it was growing lies It didn't know what love was on that day My heart's a tiny blood clot, I picked at it It never heals it never
now she's milk and she's apples you're scotch and segregation lips like molasses you're smiling saccharine sidewalks crashing the car just to make a
( Jim Weatherly ) I took from his world and put him in mine Lord knows he tried for the longest time But it was all so useless From the very start Cause
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