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my my (bad fruit) All the waterfalls kick up the mist and lay the haze on some little island off the coast of un muy hermoso bay And the Mexicans married the box and Remedios Tragically, she ended after an apocalyptic dose My my, oh you sad, sad satellite Godspeed rotten apple of my eye Bad fruit, you're a waste of space in the jar My my, can't you say goodbye? Letras de cancionesAll the clouds came down, dressed up in heat lightning and slacks They filed in the ampitheater bantering in social packs And the maestro (the conductor) frowned, noting the audience all adults suddenly conducted a symphony of a billion volts My my, oh you sad, sad satellite Godspeed rotten apple of my eye Bad fruit, you're a waste of space in the jar My my, can't you say goodbye? Every window crashed, shattered down from every skyscraper within the city limits. Oh, what a day. Oh, what a din it's been. And the office ogres all turned to granite as the unfiltered sunlight hit them for the first time ever and the last time. So we wait for day to come but the sun won't show it's face and our bodies grow indistinct til we all just fade away. From Letras Mania