| A soft bed and someone else’s shoes
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| Come inside, stay a while
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| Rest your tired feet
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| Haunted by a recurring dream
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| Of a girl you left from hanging from an apple tree
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| Johnny appleseed, wanders the countryside
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| Keeping to his task to keep out the rest
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| Johnny appleseed, bright fresh from heaven sighed
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| «please let me make it up to strangers» in ohio all the farmers wives
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| Thanked you with fresh apple pies
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| And hurried to mend
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| The tears in your pants
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| Dumbfounded by their kindness
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| And embarassed by your shyness
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| You slipped out the back door
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| At the first chance
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| Haunted by a recurring dream
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| Of a girl you left from hanging from an apple tree
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| Johnny appleseed, wanders the countryside
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| Keeping to his task to keep out the rest
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| Johnny appleseed, bright fresh from heaven sighed
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| «please let me make it up to strangers» the famished cow you rescued from
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| The wealthy rotten farmer john
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| Offered in gratitude
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| To turn itself to gold
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| But you declined the offer
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| Saying «that was not for profit»
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| And ushered the stragler back into her fold
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| Haunted by a recurring dream
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| Of a girl you left from hanging from an apple tree
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| Johnny appleseed, wanders the countryside
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| Keeping to his task to keep out the rest
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| Johnny appleseed, bright fresh from heaven sighed
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| «please let me make it up to strangers» |