I remember family workin' in the fields,
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Satisfaction from the harvest they would yield.
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Load your wagon with all you'll ever need.
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Hoe and shovel, tried and true technology.
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New romantic, ain't the same to me.
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Give me something more like it used to be.
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Fill my bucket, make my sister pull the weeds.
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Nothing wasted, breaking every single bean.
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For the winter, summer's extra in a can.
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At the table, always thankful for the land.
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New romantic, ain't the same to me.
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Give me something closer to what it used to be.
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New romantic, ain't the same to me.
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Give me something more like it used to be.
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New romantic
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It ain't the same to me
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Give me something closer
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To what it used to be
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New romantic
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It ain't the same to me
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Give me something more
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The New Romantic
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