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Oh man, I’m going insane They shouldn’t of took the apples down from the trees There’s swarms of locust like cloaks of rain They shouldn’t of took the apples down from the trees I wanna go outside and play They shouldn’t of took the apples down from the trees No, no, Johnny not today Round juicy spear Gift for his dear Grew out of a pip, then picked out of a tree Round juicy Skinned with a spear Apple lattice, straight jacket, kept the doctor away Round juicy spear So red in here Pressed to a clinic with a cyanide picnic Round juicy spear So red in here All work, no rest, make Johnny see rеd mist Buried in nylon, duvet is my hole Suckеd by flies through their curly straw If you asked to explain, I can try and draw Pull up your mask, your face, I must see this detail if this place is to be truthful Oh Johnny, what are you mate? Could you add some colour? Or a lighter shade? Letras de cancionesVantablack this canvas is sprawled Scribbled out, black charcoal, I draw Round juicy spear Gift for his dear Grew out of a pip, then picked out of a tree Round juicy Skinned with a spear Apple lattice, straight jacket, kept the doctor away Round juicy spear So red in here Pressed to a clinic with a cyanide picnic Round juicy spear So red in here All work, no rest, make Johnny see red mist From Letras Mania