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Facing New York:Apple Sugar Cider
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| This song is performed by Facing New York and appears on the album Facing New York (2005). |
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
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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