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) |
