| There’s wheat in the field
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| And water in the stream
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| And salt in the mine
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| And an aching in me
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| I can longer stand and wonder
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| Cos I’m driven by this hunger
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| So I’ll jug some water, bake some flour
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| Store some salt and wait the hour
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| When thinking of love
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| Love is thinking for me
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| And the baker will come
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| And the baker I’ll be
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| I’m depending on my labour
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| The texture and the flavour
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| Hey!
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| I can no longer stand and wonder
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| Cos I’m driven by this hunger
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| So I’ll jug some water, bake some flour
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| Store some salt and wait the hour |