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Long gone intuition to assume are gone when we try
Dream of living jungle heed my way
Back home when we die

West of the fields, west
Have you ever seen the fields of love?
Have you ever felt the seeds of love?
Have you ever seen the fields of love?
Have you ever felt the seeds
Let's wander slowly through the fields
Slowly slowly through the fields
I touch the leaves that touch the sky
Just you and I through fields of joy
Let's wander slowly through the fields
Slowly slowly through the fields
I touch the leaves that touch the sky
Just you and I through fields of joy
You lie so unfolded
In a love field
With your contempt for any modesty
In a love field

In a love field
In a love field
You yield with your
You lie so unfolded
In a love field
With your contempt for any modesty
In a love field

In a love field
In a love field
You yield with your
You lie so unfolded 
In a love field 
With your contempt for any modesty 
In a love field 
In a love field 
In a love field 
You yield with
Have you ever seen the fields of love? 
Have you ever felt the seeds of love? 

Fields of love
Let's wander slowly through the fields
Slowly slowly through the fields
I touch the leaves that touch the sky
Just you and I through fields of joy
Field of diamonds in the sky, worlds are whirling right on by.
Are you wondering who am I? Fields of diamonds in the sky.
Am I just a star in some
You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley.
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold.
So
Long gone intuition to assume are gone when we try. 
Dream of a living jungle in my way back home when we die. 

West of the fields. 
West
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold
Long gone intuition to assume are gone when we try. 
Dream of a living jungle in my way back home when we die. 

West of the fields. West
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold

So
Strawberry fields banana trees
Banana fields strawberry trees
Happy to fly all over fields so real

Strawberry fields banana trees
Sneakers are
Let me take you down
'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields (Strawberry Firelds)
Nothing is real (nothing is real)
And nothing to get hung about
When I was a little bitty baby my mommy would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
When I was a little bitty baby my mommy
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark a place, we are the dead
Am heavy,
Forever,
In the sun,
Forever,
Should we know,
Forever,
In the field,
La-da da duh-da

Chewing on bubblegum,
Living in the field
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them ol' cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile
The first Noel
The angel did say
Was to certain poor shepherds
In fields as they lay

In fields where they lay
A-keeping their sheep
On a cold
When I was a pretty little baby
My mama would rock me in the craddle
In them old cotton fields back home
When I was a pretty little baby
My mama
The first Noel the angels did sing
Was to certain poor shepherds
In fields as they lay
In fields fields where they lay keeping their sheep

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