As long as there's an apple tree There'll be apple pie And what is meant to be will be Who teaches birds how to fly Here in this world Where so few things
Flying o'er the sea My guitar and me Forty thousand feet What a brilliant feat Go west, don't go east A famine or a feast We're treated better there
chorus denn das was wir waren macht uns zu dem der wir sind, unser leben jetzt als mann geprägt durch die erfahrungen als kind, denn das was
Jesus Christ, eat your apple, it's raining cats & dogs If Happy-Go-Lucky can dance with a girl & then Cain killed his Abel in fog & I'm in denial of one
When you're on your own You walk in the rain You walk around the house Then walk around it again You pretend, you're happy That you've got it all But
1. Bei einem Wirte wundermild da war ich jüngst zu Gaste eingoldner Apfel war sein Schild an einem langen Aste. 2. Es war der gute Apfelbaum
Nyssa, can you remember me? I'm the one who picked the apple tree Nyssa, can you remember me? I'm the one who picked the apple tree Nyssa, can you remember
You could be my white night I could be your fairy tale You could come and save me But that is not the end I would wear a white dress And you will paint
You were in a dream I had Doing dishes at the laundry mat And then you smiled at me You said let's hide and seek I'm gonna count to three, where did you
Have you ever seen such kindness Such resigned delight all in one glance? Right as you pass me, I watch, you see You smile, I breathe air in my chest
Oh, I'm sorry, but it's time to move away Though inside my heart, I really want to stay Believe the love we have is so sincere You know, the gift you
I see them when they go To their hole museum See them eating on all fours Nostalgia rusting in Long forgot and never been Slippin' in and out of time
The baby can Talk to me In his hand He holds the future A broken key That fits tomorrow All welomce to new world city Just a friend A rotten kid Now
The boy is good, so good for you with sandy hair, and sandal shoes They call it good, Making no mistakes And dye it black, she's a TV man Pick him up
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Hanging from the thumbnail of the moon, loosen the tension Must be kind of unusual, not fair falling short of denial I'm tied up again, I'm tied upside
Looking under the washing machine I'm picking up our loveline Of dirtier change Maybe my old blue jeans I haven't worn in a year But deep in a pocket
I've got a bottle for you Got a bottle for you Gotta bottle I've got a bottle for you Got a bottle for you Gotta bottle I've got a bottle for you Got