I daydream
Of eating an apple
That I know I shouldn't
I daydream about
Raiding a whole orchard
Of the stupid blooming things
But I know I won't
My conscience
Tells me no
And I listen
I know I will be tossed
Out of the garden if I do
I just know I will
So I go to sleep
Sweet, sweet sleep
With a good conscience
And bruised needs
Hey I guess you can't
Have your cake and eat it too
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