| I saw you from the tractor
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| The harvest had begun
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| You were the love child of two gods
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| I was the farmers awkward son
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| You left Mount Olympus
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| To find your soul mate
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| I left a scribbled note, quote
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| «Dear Pa, this here harvest can wait»
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| You took a match to my dry August days
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| Cornfield ablaze, cornfield ablaze
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| Flames licked the sky, that was some summer haze
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| Cornfield ablaze, cornfield ablaze
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| How do I love you, let me count the ways
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| Cornfield ablaze
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| Pa don’t be angry
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| The fields that were host
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| To the corn and the wheat
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| The fact is they’re toast
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| In self defence I’m obliged to point out
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| There’ll always a risk of combustion
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| When there’s been a drought
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| You took a match to my dry August days
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| Cornfield ablaze, cornfield ablaze
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| Flames licked the sky, that was some summer haze
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| Cornfield ablaze, cornfield ablaze
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| How do I love you, let me count the ways
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| Cornfield ablaze
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| Imagine if the firemen worked and worked for days
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| And still the cornfield stayed ablaze…
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| Her hair it was golden
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| Her hair it was yarn
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| We were playing with fire
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| In the number one barn
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| Carried away like two sparks on a breeze
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| Then we fused into one at a thousand degrees
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| You overwhelmed agricultural man
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| Cornfield ablaze, cornfield ablaze
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| You wild pyromaniac daughter of Pan
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| Cornfield ablaze, cornfield ablaze
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| You took a scarecrow and made him a man
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| Cornfield ablaze
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| Cornfield ablaze
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| Cornfield ablaze
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| Cornfield ablaze |