Текст песни Facing New York - Apple Sugar Cider

Текст:

Oakland, winter, quiet night This might be my favorite time The house is silent, the room is red Baby, can we go to bed? And I know I don't think we could be together And I know I shouldn't say we could be together Brush my teeth and slip inside Where we may lose track of time Moon lights your face barely blue Apple sugar cider with you Apple sugar cider No wood to start fire Apple sugar cider No match, no spark, or lighter Apple sugar cider No heat, no touch, I'm tired

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