LYRIC

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On A Farm Somewhere
The Grass Is Fighting
Through The Concrete Tears
Seem All Abandoned
Draw The Curtains Closed
Will One Surrender?
Somebody’s Soul
With A Knife In Hold

Oh Working The Land
Working The Land

All Of The Deaf Trees
The Reconstruction So Very Real
A Step On It’s Treatment
Cuts The Concrete Square
Someone Who Was Grazing
Are the times too spare?
The Colour Is Changing

Oh Working The Land
Working The Land

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