| straining soft curd draws within the muslin cloth we hung to filter
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| And all the cows died in line stretching the electric fence to the open pasture
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| Nobody can tell, nobody can tell
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| Nobody can tell, nobody can tell
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| Make love with yourself, the body can’t tell
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| Nobody can tell, nobody can tell
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| Cradle inside the hay loft, he climbs up the ladder
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| And all the bats died at once fighting in a burning pile of the boys'
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| There is a lesson: careless eyes the fruit out from behind the story
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| And all the kids lost clutching at their bellyaches from the poison berries
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| Nobody can tell, nobody can tell
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| Nobody can tell, nobody can tell
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| Make love with yourself, the body can’t tell
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| Nobody can tell, nobody can tell
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| Nobody can tell, nobody can tell
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| Nobody can tell, nobody can tell
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| Make love with yourself, the body can’t tell
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| Nobody can tell, nobody can tell |