Текст песни Sparklehorse - Apple Bad

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Of horses wet with melted ice
they would not heed my advice
and burdened limbs of its weight
to break and rot a whispered fate

please ...
doctor, please ...

a remedy in a bloody sea
to breach the hive and smoke the bees
you can be my friend you can be my dog
you can be my life you can be my fog

please ...
doctor, please ...

3-ий куплет :

the witches will return to their sticky tree knots
I will feel the sun
I will feel the sun
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I will feel the sun coming down

I wish I had a horse's head
a tiger's heart an apple bed