If they call me on the phone
I’ll pretend I’m not at home
My machine will take their name
Number and the time of day
There are people in my mind
And not all of them are kind
Underneath this seething rage
Is a monkey in a cage
In one nation under evil I am one
There’s no beauty in this town
All this sunshine brings me down
O my love, please don’t cry
You are the apple of my eye
If all your wishing wells run dry
I shall replenish your supply
We stand together undivided we are one
And if I’m the first to go
A million miles away
You know my love will never die
Look around you
Every tree
Every blade of grass is me
You are the apple of my eye
So if they call us on the phone
We’ll pretend we’re not at home
Our machine will take their name
Number and the time of day
O my love, please don’t cry
You are the apple of my eye
Oh my love you are the apple of my eye
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