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Bad Apples
I want you to know that I'm here for you
Without being there,
To eat a thousand bad apples
So you might turn out to be the one that sits on the teacher's desk,
Big sky country calls me over
To lay around at night
And shows me the way to wake up
The rest of my body,
A real cool feeling
Is as easy to capture
As when your elevated
By the voices of those
Who love you
