See Adam¡¯s apple sitting on top of his head?
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It¡¯s not there for a target, go shoot at somebody else.
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It fell from the treetops
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And now he know just what it¡¯s like to fall down.
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Now he¡¯s a genius, a genius.
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And now he¡¯s food for a flock of birds
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And a bed of ants but he¡¯ll take his chance
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And he¡¯ll keep the faith.
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He reminds me of Johnny Appleseed
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Right down to his apple core.
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Though his bag¡¯s getting empty he¡¯s already won.
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Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun.
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Look even closer, watch as he sings and he drinks.
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See Adam¡¯s apple, see how it rises and sinks.
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That¡¯s how his luck goes
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But just give him a note and he¡¯ll make a chord
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And every so often a whole song.
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And now he¡¯s food for a flock of birds
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And a bed of ants but he¡¯ll take his chance
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And he¡¯ll keep the faith.
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He reminds me of Johnny Appleseed
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Right down to his apple core.
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Though his bag¡¯s getting empty he¡¯s already won.
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Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun.
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Keep the faith and walk don¡¯t crawl though.
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Cynics never care at all (strings may break and hopes may fall)(repeat)
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And now he¡¯s food for a flock of birds
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And a bed of ants but he¡¯ll take his chance
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And he¡¯ll keep the faith.
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He reminds me of Johnny Appleseed Right down to his apple core.
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Though his bag¡¯s getting empty he¡¯s already won.
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Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun.
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Though his bag¡¯s getting empty he¡¯s already won.
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Adam's Apple
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| Pain (American Band) |
