| Just look, the innocent ones pick their apple trees
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| And how the innocent ones always make me cry
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| Cry for mum, cry for dad
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| Cry for some, for some way out
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| Killing time, you say if I don’t grow up, you won’t listen
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| Laugh away, I don’t care about your punchline
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| Yes, I fucking love you darling, I’ll love you 'til I die
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| Oh, whatever for, and she fell into her thighs
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| What’s the point of loving fair?
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| I’ve an orchid for the care
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| Killing time, you say if I don’t grow up, you won’t listen
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| Laugh away, I don’t care about your punchline
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| Look me in the eyes, my mascara runs
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| I wipe it off my face, but I’m still bleeding black
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| And the facts are that, I’m waking up in makeup
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| I don’t remember, ever putting on
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| Killing time, you say if I don’t grow up, you won’t listen
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| Just fuck off, born strange, die strange, that’s what the weird say
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| Laugh away, I don’t care about your punchline
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| You’re not funny, you’re not very funny |