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Don't Aim Low
On the wall, I stand
Backed up to the brawny tree
An apple shivers on my head
As scared as me
For what we see in front of us
So rearing in the dust
William Tell, do not aim low
For the apple of your eye
For my shaking heart under my skin
Don’t aim low, oh, bow-man
Stay within the mercy
Dripping down the sky’s freeways
Simmer down the flow
Aim high, for the fruit upon my head
Leave me standing, when tomorrow comes
When the arrow comes
To choose the sacrifice
To kill the calf, instead of me
Oh, arrow, don’t aim low
