paroles de chanson Red Apples - Smog
I
went
down
to
the
river
To
meet
the
widow
She
gave
me
an
apple
It
was
red
I
went
down
to
the
river
To
meet
the
widow
She
gave
me
an
apple
It
was
red
I
slept
in
her
black
arms
For
a
century
She
wanted
nothing
in
return
I
gave
her
nothing
in
return
I
gave
her
nothing
in
return
The
ghost
of
her
husband
Beautiful
as
a
horse
Pulled
up
an
apple
cart
The
ghost
of
her
husband
Beautiful
as
a
horse
Pulled
up
an
apple
cart
Full
of
millions
of
red
apples
For
us
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