Empty streets like winter cold, feelings cut without a trace
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Hands reach out ready to fold, another tear falls into place
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Running through a quiet fire, I can see the flames grow wild
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I hear a crimson word, inside, I am free
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[Chorus:]
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Out in the fields, the sky is burning
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I feel the joy returning, out in the fields
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Listen to the winds of heaven, I feel with a rhyme and reason
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Scattered pictures like my thoughts
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Shattered glass watch where I walk
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Unspoken words tear me apart, another hole right through my heart
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Looking through an open window, touching all around me
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I see a silver rose, outside, I am free
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[Chorus (repeat)]
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Out In The Fields
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| Meredith Brooks |
