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One Sunapple St.
I asked you for an apple
You asked me for the sun
Knowing outside of metaphors
I couldn’t give you one
You asked me for a miracle
Right when I turned to run
And against all odds I
Turned around and somehow gave you one
I ate my tasty apple
You said I was the sun
You reached for it then blamed me
When the heat burned on your tongue
Sometimes we unravel
Our work becomes undone
And sometimes we are stunned to find
The work has just begun
Sometimes you’re my apple
Sometimes you’re my sun
Sometimes you’re the first to cry
Sometimes I’m the one
Sometimes these things chase us
These things we can’t outrun
But sometimes I’m the troubled mind
And you’re the loaded gun
Bang
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1 Dec 2015
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One Sunapple St.
I asked you for an apple
You asked me for the sun
Knowing outside of metaphors
I couldn’t give you one
You asked me for a miracle
Right when I turned to run
And against all odds I
Turned around and somehow gave you one
I ate my tasty apple
You said I was the sun
You reached for it then blamed me
When the heat burned on your tongue
Sometimes we unravel
Our work becomes undone
And sometimes we are stunned to find
The work has just begun
Sometimes you’re my apple
Sometimes you’re my sun
Sometimes you’re the first to cry
Sometimes I’m the one
Sometimes these things chase us
These things we can’t outrun
But sometimes I’m the troubled mind
And you’re the loaded gun
Bang
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