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Bad Apples
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Diamonds and fast cars Money to burn I got my head in the clouds I got these thoughts to churn Got my feet in the sand I got a house on the hill I got a headache like a mother Twice the price of my thrills And it's a cold day It's a continental drift I said this traffic is hell Can you give me a lift? And I'll try to paint a story Got your pictures to tell Yeah, you got to make a living With what you bring yourself to sell I got some genuine Imitation bad apples Free sample for your peace of mind Only $9.95 I got my camera back from customs Got my law fees up to date Hell, they musta seen me comin' Ain't this life so fuckin' great? When the shit hit the fan It was all I could stand, yeah Well, I'm a frequent flyer My body's breathing while it can But what I don't understand is that My world ain't gettin' no brighter If I could touch the sky Well, I would float on by While everybody's talkin', hell, I'm just another guy If it were up to me I'd say just leave me be Why let one bad apple spoil the whole damn bunch Gold and caviar Now why don't you pour my apathy And I'd have all my bases covered If I could teach my hands to see

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