Baseball Gregg - Ice Cold & Moldy

This desert′s Ice Cold
Bland and Vast as the open sea
Under these hot and arid waves
I'm drowning

And I know I′m such a lucky guy
And I feel so good I might die
Sick feelings heal all of the time
And I feel fine

Apple Abundance
That I flex so boldly
But when I bite into the core
It's moldy

Having a dream's an unattainable high
And now matter how hard I might try
I can′t distinguish hell from a good time
And I feel fine

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