| Ive been wrong before
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| And Ill be there again
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| I dont have any answers my friend
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| Just this pile of old questions
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| My memory left me here
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| In the field of opportunity
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| Its plowin time again.
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| Im going back to my house
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| But Im not goin now
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| Its too early to be leaving here, somehow
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| Let me bore you with this story
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| «how my lover let me down»
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| While I borrow seeds of sadness
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| From the ground.
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| In the field of opportunity
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| Its plowin time again.
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| There aint no way of telling
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| Where these seeds will rise or when
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| Ill just wait around til springtime
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| And then, Ill find a friend
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| In the field of opportunity
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| Its plowin time again.
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| When Im all done cultivatin
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| Ill be rockin on the porch
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| Tryin to picture you and where you are
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| And therell be no hesitatin
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| When cupid lights the torch
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| With those headlights comin down the hill
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| Between the stars.
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| In the field of opportunity
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| Its plowin time again.
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| There aint no way of telling
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| Where these seeds will rise or when
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| Ill just wait around til springtime
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| And then, Ill find a friend
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| In the field of opportunity
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| Its plowin time again. |