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From the birds eye view
God only knew
We were too rich to entice
Too poor for a price
There's no life in these seeds
It's the growth of disease

It's sowing season
In these forever fields [x4]

From beneath these bones
God only knows
Who's too dark to reach
And too bright to teach
There's no life in these seeds
It's the growth of disease

It's sowing season
In these forever fields [x4]

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