Apple Lyrics

	I could live by the river with both of my feet in the blues
	Re-organize nature while I compartmentalize the sky, too
	I could do what I do
	And the rest of the world would have to pretend like they knew
	With my roots in the water
	Like some cigarette cellophane tooth
	The heat in my head that would boil in your bed
	And pull me into you
	I could fill up the room with these things I been thinking about you
	It's true.

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