| They’re spraying the crops on the farm today
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| You can watch the haze on the breeze
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| They say that it helps keep the bugs away
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| Not sure what it says about me
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| And it can all be swallowed
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| They say it’ll do you good
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| It can all be swallowed
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| But I don’t really know if I should
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| They’re spreading the word on the news today
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| You can watch the haze on the screen
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| Should we do what they do or do what they say?
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| ‘Cos a river runs in between
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| And it can all be swallowed
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| They say it’ll do you good
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| It can all be swallowed
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| But I don’t really know if I should
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| Well, you answered the call on the telephone
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| And you followed the map they sent
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| And they took every one of your dollar bills
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| Like the lies that came and went
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| And they told you to stop reaching for the top
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| So you tumbled and fell to earth
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| No escape from the hands of those invisible bands
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| No return to what you’re worth
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| And they told you of rings and incredible things
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| And they told you that pigs could fly
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| But they don’t want their meat growing feelings or feet
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| So instead they just say goodbye
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| And the end, my friend’s, an impossible bend
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| That nobody knows how to steer
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| Well, you can get incensed, you can get revenge
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| But you gotta get out of here
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| They’re closing the door of the farm today |