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I try to put my life in a bag. Take the first bus anywhere. You'll probably see a tear escaping from my eye. Ah you know where to find me my dear, in the dungeons of dreadfulness, cold and emotionless, watching life pass me by If I were a fruit I'd be something sour, you'd still be the apple of my eye. And if I had a time machine on nuclear power, baby you'd still be my pumpkin pie. I try to put my life in a bag. Take the first bus anywhere. You'll probably see a tear escaping from my eye. If I were a fruit I'd be something sour, you'd still be the apple of my eye. And if I had a time machine on nuclear power, baby you'd still be my pumpkin pie. If I were a fruit I'd be something sour, you'd still be the apple of my eye. And if I had a time machine on nuclear power, baby you'd still be my pumpkin pie. |