| Deep inside my eye, there is part of you
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| You still look the same, except you’re grown up now
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| So much time has passed
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| Since I saw you last, oh whoa
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| An apple pie, the number pi
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| I studied you in math class, oh
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| And did all my work but never got your digits
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| Take a number like 5, times 10, times 10 again
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| 500 miles of apple orchards to defend
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| Deep inside my core, there is part of you
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| You still look the same, except you’re upside down
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| And why are you still in my eye?
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| Will your memory ever die? |
| Oh whoa
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| An apple tree, a family tree
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| We’ll plant ours together, oh
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| The roots will hold forever and forever
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| So what can I say? |
| I won’t delay, I’m leaving today
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| 500 miles of apple orchards in my way
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| A macintosh, a macintosh
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| You messaged me all winter, oh
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| And I wrote replies but still felt like a loser
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| Pack an apple to eat, go hit the street
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| And get on your feet
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| 500 miles of apple orchards 'til we meet
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| So I’m taking a stand with apple in hand
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| I’ll pull up my sleeve
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| It’s time that I make like an apple tree and leave |