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On trees the apple freeze With the weather's change Trudging through a lake of leaves the blue sky turns to gray And the sun is a ghost You were there by my side Said you'd never leave I'll be fine, it's the Lord's design The way you lie to me is my favorite thing about you 'Cause without a bit of magic there's nothing but the truth I called the shots, made the plays Till you came around and stole my flame, girl Now I'm lack of life, breathing slow Looking 'round for a way out of these chains Past the creek at the forest's edge In a field, we rolled the stones Made a shrine to the summertime But now it's filled with snow And the home of a wolf In the night I have spied it looking in on me I bet in its head it plots the death of all humanity And the things that we built for himself 'Cause we know without magic heaven would be hell You called the shots, made the plays Letras de cancionesTill I came around and stole your flame, girl Now you lack of life, breathing slow Looking 'round for a way out of these chains Well, I ain't ever gonna change You ain't ever gonna change 'Cause on the trees, the tangerines Are dripping with that sunshine So ripe, it's overripe It's grapevines It's alcohol in January Freezing so it's necessary The bottle of that moonshine We could have a good time in the winter with you From Letras Mania