How many times will I put myself in this place
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So many mirrors
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But I can't seem to find my own face
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And how can I ask you
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To stop what you are doing for me
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When all of these voices
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Keep telling me
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To set you free
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And all you keep sayin
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Is I need time to be alone
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And you're asking how its working
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Well there's more time for me to get stoned
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And all I see is our tiny apple tree, tiny apple tree
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And I've tried to forget you
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But its easier to forgive
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Cus you've already let go
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Of the life that we wanted to live
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And all that I see, all that it means to me
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All I see are tiny apple trees, tiny apple trees
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Still all i see, one place that I want to be
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Sitting under our trees, tiny apple trees
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Still all i see, one place that I want to be
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Sitting under our trees, tiny apple trees, with our tiny apple trees
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Tiny Apple Trees
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| Vicci Martinez |
