Hand in hand through cornfields we-
Walk in the sun to deal with the sadness
Find a resting place beneath a tree
I deal with my Summer madness.
Arm in arm through the countryside we-
Talk about us and plan our own futures
Find my own little space for the jealousy
I have about your new suitors.
Toe to toe in the farmhouse we-
Fight 'bout us and sweep away the past
Find myself alone and so unhappy
I'm going down and getting their fast.
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