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The workers they come back from their day in the field |
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Jennifer dances and she cooks me a meal |
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A little less salt in the gravy tonight |
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You ought to know from long ago |
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To listen to the winds that blow |
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Cause when the past creeps up at last |
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You see the landscape open fast |
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And you'll be standing on a landing |
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Crumbling despite your demanding |
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And in the pan the (?) |
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Tears will fall and tears will bawl |
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You always knew the winds that blew |
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The workers they come back from their day in the field |
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The workers they come back from their day in the field |
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The workers they come back from their day in the field |
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You always knew the winds that blew |
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The workers they come back from their day in the field |
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The workers they come back from their day in the field |
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(Jennifer dances) |
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The workers they come back from their day in the field |
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(Jennifer dances) |
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Jennifer dances |
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Jennifer dances |
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Jennifer dances |
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Jennifer dances |
