Eyeless in Gaza - Bitter Apples | Текст песни

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dwelling on so many, so many and so sour that I can't move...
I can't believe it, I can't be empowered, can't be moved
to be believing lately, to be escaping lately...
dwelling on so many, so many and so sour I can't move-
such a better harvest, such a windfall falling that I can't move-
I am where the harm is, I am where the harm is all bitter fruit,
and some sweeter taste evades me, some sweeter taste
erases me and all that I taste wastes me away-
all that I'm succoured by and living on-
bitter apples.

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