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Thank you for the tiny apples,
leather boots in fields of shrapnel.
Thank you for your time
until it goes away... hey, hey, eh, eh.
Promises
like drops of water
flowing from the devils daughter
moments like this pass
as they fade away... hey, hey, eh, eh.
Cruising through the parking lot
underpaid, overwrought.
Every time I smile you look away.
Heading to the quicky mart
under laid, over smart
Every time you smile I look away.
Smoke like fingers never linger
in the jungle of the winger
every second counts
as it goes away... hey, hey, eh, eh.
So thank you for the tiny apples,
leather boots in fields of shrapnel.
Thank you for your time
until it goes away... hey, hey, eh, eh.
Cruising through the parking lot
underpaid, overwrought.
Every time I smile you look away.
Heading to the quicky mart
under laid, over smart
Every time you smile I look away.
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