Honey'd sweet apples, they're rotting away
Millions of people never start in the race
There's stuff on out plates that has not been alive
Someone pays full price for my cheap flight life
'Sunshine, we all see the same sky'
I am a man filled with longing desire
The gifts of creation are ready for hire
A look and a label are all I require
Enough's not enough, I never ask why
'Sunshine, we all see the same sky
Looking, learning, asking the same 'why?''
Honey'd sweet apples, they're rotting away
Millions of people never start in the race
There's stuff on out plates that has not been alive
Someone else pays the real price of my cheap flight life
Wheel of fortune spins,
But the wheels on fire come crashing on you
Honey'd sweet apples, they're rotting away
'Sunshine, we all see the same sky
Looking, learning, asking the same 'why?'
Sunshine, we all see the same sky'
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