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Fill Me With Apples

The Sleepy Jackson

Fill me with apples
I am lovesick
Like columns of smoke
Your love is as strong as death
But we don't work for this,
We don't grow round here
Our minds are dead
They have passed their time
I feel like cement
And the weighty tears of them show
And only pronounce loud cries
Fill their faces with farms
Make them become a pregnant man
And woman of good spirit

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Written by: Luke Steele / Malcolm Clark. Isn't this right? Let us know.