Here's the farmer
I'll eat what he grows
He knows what it is going down
He knows what he sees
And he sees what he knows
And I know where we'll be when he's gone
Nowhere, sitting on nothing
Of our own creation
Waiting for seasons to change
Nowhere, sitting on nothing
Of our own creation
Waiting for seasons to change
Waiting for seasons to change
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