| It’s a sight to behold
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| When you got small words to mold
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| And you can make 'em your own
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| Still love it would be much better
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| Love it would be much better
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| I’m told
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| It’s like golden corn
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| And i love its golden glow
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| It’s the little head inside your little hole
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| And out spring some sparkling thoughts
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| Still love it would be much better
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| Love it would be much better
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| Love it would be much better
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| Love it would be much better
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| It’s like finding home
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| In an old folk song
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| That you’ve never ever heard
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| Still you know every word
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| And for sure you can sing along
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| But love it would be much better
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| Love it would be much better
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| Love it would be much better
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| Love it would be much better
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| I know, I know |