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Well I let her let go of my hand And I don't like you talking about her And your method of righting the wrongs Was calling up your friends at the bureau In five letters you've not said a word But how you bought your friends a sombrero The apple don't fall too far from the tree you see It always, always, it's always on my shoulder Always, always, it was always when you're older Always, always, it's so cold and getting colder The apple don't fall too far from the tree you see The apple don't fall too far from the sea you see Aus Songtexte Mania