I said, how did I get here?
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What song did I sing, yeah?
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And just what have I done
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To deserve such a thing?
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You said, I heard all that before
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So won't you give it up, baby
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And stop using me, boy
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I've heard all that before
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So bring me an apple, I'm crying
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I've been persecuted like a dying man
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The spirit provides me
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In a show, no mean martyr days, yeah
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The spirit it gives
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But it also can take away
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You say, I heard all that before
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So won't you give it up, baby
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And stop using me, boy
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I've heard all that before
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Take a trip on the other side of hell
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So come bite the apple, I'm run down
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Like Sodom to Gomorrah, all dead now
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So please stop to laugh and pity me
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My soul means well, but I'm sorry
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My skin, it is weathered
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And I'm nervous, yes, I am
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My future was in my hands
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Till I washed it all away
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I washed it all away, washed it all away
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I said get along, little sister
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I heard you're doing well
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I heard you're doing well
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I said get along, little sister
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Heard you're doing well
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Said get along, little sister
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Heard you're doing well
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I heard you're doing well
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I said get along, little sister
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Heard you're doing well
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I heard you're doing well
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I said show me to you
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Said between
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Send me song
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Sing me a real real song
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Sing me real song
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Sing me real song
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Come on, yeah
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Come on, come
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Sing that song
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Sing that song
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Sing song
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Come Bite The Apple
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| Mother Love Bone |
