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There's wheat in the field |
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And water in the stream |
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And salt in the mine |
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And an aching in me |
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I can no longer stand and wonder |
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'Cos I'm driven by this hunger |
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So I'll jug some water, bake some flour |
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Store some salt and wait the hour |
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While I'm thinking of love |
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Love is thinking for me |
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And the baker will come |
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And the baker I'll be |
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I am depending on my labor |
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The texture and the flavor |
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I can no longer stand and wonder |
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'Cos I'm driven by this hunger |
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So I'll jug some water, bake some flour |
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Store some salt and wait the hour |
