Текст песни Apple Tree - Another Sky
An
extension
of
yourself
Boy
hands
out
roses
in
the
backyard
His
food
in
the
fryer
His
house
is
on
fire
All
his
teeth
grew
the
wrong
way
in
Won't
smile,
but
he's
laughing
Daffodils
over
guns
He
spoke
to
them
as
if
they
were
his
sons
And
boy,
were
they
pretty
He
couldn't
be
pretty
If
he
was
found
out,
they'd
be
cut
down
Cut
down
in
the
fields
as
he
fought
in
the
streets
And
laid
in
the
ground,
below
the
poppies
If
you
had
all
that
you
wanted
If
it
ever
could
be
so
easy
If
you
were
to
die
tomorrow
Would
you
still
plant
your
apple
tree?
The
wound
of
a
war
You
never
fought
Or
even
asked
for
An
extension
of
yourself
An
extension
of
yourself
An
extension
of
yourself
An
extension
of
yourself
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