Them Apples
Sima Cunningham
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The leaves are on the ground
A Final resting place
The clock is tocking and
While I’m walking the wind blows on my face
Oh the days fall off, its too late what I hear
And in hindsight, I would’ve loved to bite
One of them apples this year
Too much time on the phone
Too much time in bed
Too much drinking
And useless thinking messin up my head
And days gone by, its too late what I hear
And in hindsight, I would’ve loved to bite
One of them apples this year
Oh I’ve missed another chance, got regrets in my ears
In hindsight I would’ve loved to bite
One of them apples this year
The apples gone to rot
The leaves all gone to brown
The sky in snowin and hell is blowing up this stinkin town
Oh the days are short, too short what I fear
And in hindsight I would’ve loved to bite
One of them apples this year
A Final resting place
The clock is tocking and
While I’m walking the wind blows on my face
Oh the days fall off, its too late what I hear
And in hindsight, I would’ve loved to bite
One of them apples this year
Too much time on the phone
Too much time in bed
Too much drinking
And useless thinking messin up my head
And days gone by, its too late what I hear
And in hindsight, I would’ve loved to bite
One of them apples this year
Oh I’ve missed another chance, got regrets in my ears
In hindsight I would’ve loved to bite
One of them apples this year
The apples gone to rot
The leaves all gone to brown
The sky in snowin and hell is blowing up this stinkin town
Oh the days are short, too short what I fear
And in hindsight I would’ve loved to bite
One of them apples this year
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