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| farmer |
though sometimes it helps maybe to hold hands pass away a little too much time field dream in the sun don't forget me next time i'm just a boy, okay i saw the field it was good ground now a little tired from years or sun but you, you you sounded alarm bells in sky you cursed out in the sun you stole away then back in to the field way back into the heat cutting like a silver blade into salty flesh |
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