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Still cornfields roasting yellow in the sun I've never had this much fun! I've never had my own gun Bring in the choir, give the kids the goddamn sun Look us in the center of our eyes And tell me when I'm going to die Put on your snow boots Beat us behind the biggest tree These are broken limbs And you'll make us be better people Today we'll harvest corn And every three seconds in Winter A baby is born Well imagine their faces and the faces that they have worn Still cornfields roasting yellow in the sun I've never had this much fun! I've never had my own gun Bring in the choir, give the kids the goddamn sun Look us in the center of our eyes And tell me when I am going to die |