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Honey'd sweet apples, they're rotting away Millions of people never start in the race There's stuff on out plates that has not been alive Someone pays full price for my cheap flight life Sunshine, we all see the same sky I am a man filled with longing desire The gifts of creation are ready for hire A look and a label are all I require Enough's not enough, I never ask why Sunshine, we all see the same sky Looking, learning, asking the same 'why?' Honey'd sweet apples, they're rotting away Millions of people never start in the race There's stuff on out plates that has not been alive Someone else pays the real price of my cheap flight life Wheel of fortune spins, But the wheels on fire come crashing on you Honey'd sweet apples, they're rotting away Sunshine, we all see the same sky Looking, learning, asking the same 'why?' Sunshine, we all see the same sky From Letras Mania