| After all the people picking people picking people apart, my love
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| And after all the dealing, 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 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, 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, 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 |