| APPLESEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!
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| Yeah, yeah, I recall the
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| First time I bumped heads with my head led to a dead bargain, a
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| «Thanks for nothin, lowlife» and a start of, «Beg my pardon,»
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| When a dust mite harbored spite it barely
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| Dents the cicada phase, blades averted
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| Decorate the backs of freedom fighters, servants pick those
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| Steeples higher, man the loose cannons
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| «Pannin for gold?» |
| Nah panning for chance to land in camps branded with
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| «Push» stamped on their hand lets
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| Push, let’s push up through the
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| Now, let’s evoke a vow of
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| Zipped lips clipped to my peaking
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| Brow, I’m sleeping now, I seen immaculate hearts blemished
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| Under the mass of genie bottle hostages who wish that a
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| Third to her broken promises
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| Black spot of Gotham, fragile
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| Castle and master passageway
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| Even the innocent captives bleed
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| Bleed appleseed apple seed, leave me with a breeding
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| Hassle factor’s feet
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| Pin the tail on the village idiot
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| Turn giddy click stern greet a burn it basics laid with the
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| Modes of neurotic nitpicking
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| Patrons and their pseudo potent
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| Patronage, ahh mood of the moment
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| Gloated in splendor of its
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| Greatness and I’m hella swamped
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| Truly moody in my days makeshift awakeness
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| Act as if apathy’s been your best friend since the bonding
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| I’ll one up you with love letters from despondency
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| Honestly appleseed.
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| Yeah! |