In my heart I can still feel
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Every turn of the tractor wheel
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But as furrows cut across the hillside
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Over the fields in the sunshine
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And it hurt but I still grew
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With every clumsy punch I threw
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Up in anger at the empty summer sky
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I saw the world from the underside
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And when the worm began to turn
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As it squirmed in the palm of my hand
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I began to understand
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Why it is the worm forgives the plough
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In my heart I can still feel
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Every turn of the tractor wheel
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As we cower in the shadow of the plough
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Chewing us up and spitting us out
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As we fall our way back down
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Into the earth and underground
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I discover that even a little worm
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Has its ways of taking revenge on the world
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And when the worm began to turn
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As it squirmed in the palm of my hand
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I began to understand
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Why it is the worm forgives the plough
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Why it is the worm forgives the plough
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The Worm Forgives the Plough
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The Boy Least Likely To |