| Stolen apples taste the sweetest
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| See them hanging in the pale moonlight
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| You wont feel those cuts and bruises
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| As you reach out for your prize in the night
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| Pluck them down and take that very first bite
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| Dont tell anyone our secrets
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| Said the farmer to his darling wife
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| Oh no, don’t tell me
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| There are some here in the districts
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| Not so happy with their lot in this mean, old life
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| Oh, sweetheart, wont you pass me the paring knife?
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| Stolen apples plucked down in their prime
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| Stolen apples hanging heavy on my mind
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| Heavy on, heavy on my mind, oh, my mind
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| Oh, my mind
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| Eve called Adam in the garden
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| Hey Adam, come over here and look at these, wont you try some?
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| Oh, no, said Adam, Ain’t that forbidden
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| Come on now, baby, said Eve, What could be wrong
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| What could be wrong with just one little one?
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| So Adam bit and cried out, Thats the bomb, thats the bomb
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| Stolen apples taste the sweetest
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| Stolen apples taste the sweetest
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| Stolen apples taste the sweetest
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| Stolen apples taste the sweetest
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| Stolen apples taste the sweetest
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| Stolen apples taste the sweetest
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| Stolen apples taste the sweetest |