The workers they've come back from their day in the field.
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Jenifer dances and she cooks me a meal.
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A little les salt in the gravy tonight.
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You ought to know from long ago
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To listen to the winds that blow
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Cause when the past creeps up at last
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The sea the landscape open fast
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And you'll be standing on a landing
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Stumbling despite your demanding
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And drawing tide a valley wide
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You cross it with a single stride
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You always knew the winds that blew
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The workers they've come back from their day in the field x3
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Jenifer dances
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Jenifer Dances
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| Phish |
