| I got a call from a friend named Dante
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| He said take a walk with me,
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| In the shades where the black fruit grow
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| The greatest gift he gave to me
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| And now I’m stuck inside a 60's white’s riot
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| Feels like I’m stuck inside some 40's holocaust
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| I’m a fiend in a Cuban missle crisis
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| Now I love to eat…
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| Black apples
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| Black apples
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| Black apples
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| Black apples, black apples
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| (Yeah, you say it)
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| I make an art out of cliché debauchery,
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| With pride, lust and gluttony
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| I’m the snake in the vines in your mind,
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| With sloth and envy to buy
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| And now I’m stuck inside a 60's white’s riot
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| Feels like I’m stuck inside some 40's holocaust
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| I’m a fiend in a Cuban missle crisis
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| Now I love to eat…
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| Black apples
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| Black apples
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| Black apples
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| Black apples, black apples
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| Now I feel like time is ticking away…
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| Feels like I need more greed…
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| The only thing that I need to do…
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| Is bring some wrath down on me.
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| Black apples
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| Black apples, black apples
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| Hey!
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| One time, is too much.
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| ??? |
| your time where the black fruit grows.
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| 'Cause I’m running
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| 'Cause I’m running |