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After all the people picking people picking people apart, my love |
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And after all the dealing, |
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the hooking and reeling along from the start |
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Oh there's a field, meet me there |
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Out beyond rightness and wrong, meet me there |
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Woman you're leaving, loving, you're leading me on |
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Living I'm alive, sweet woman, keep loving me on |
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Cause they wake up every morning with the cradle in their hands, |
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but they pretend it's a game |
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Acting like the only place the truth could ever live |
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was up on Shacklewell Lane |
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Oh there's a field, meet me there |
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Please come along, tie back your hair |
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I tried yesterday, it takes me so long to say, |
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but I need you to know |
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Darling you show, by leaving me so, |
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the only way to hold on is keep letting go |
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Oh there's a field, meet me there |
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You know I'm on my way, please meet me there |
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Oh there's a field, meet me there |
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Out beyond rightness and wrong, meet me there |
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I'm on my way, meet me there |
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Please come along, tie back your hair |
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After all the people picking people picking people apart, my love |
