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Oh, the fields they grow so big and tall, |
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Should be enough to feed the world, |
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But not enough to feed my girl. |
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Woah. |
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Oh, the plants they grow so big and tall, |
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But no one seems to care at all, |
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The sufferation of the poor. |
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Woah. |
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Oh, nobody knows |
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Where the money goes, |
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Should be enough to feed the world, |
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But not enough to feed my girl. (Feed my girl.) |
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Not enough to feed my girl. (To feed my girl.) |
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Not enough to feed my girl. |
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Oh, the fields they grow so big and tall, |
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Should be enough to feed the world, |
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But not enough to feed my girl. |
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Woah. |
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Oh, the plants they grow so big and tall, |
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But no one seems to care at all, |
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About my precious little girl. |
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Woah. |
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Oh, nobody knows |
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Where the money goes, |
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Should be enough to feed the world, |
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But not enough to feed my girl. (Feed my girl.) |
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Not enough to feed my girl. (To feed my girl.) |
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Not enough to feed my girl. (To feed my girl.) |
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Not enough to feed my girl. (To feed my girl.) |
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Oh, nobody knows |
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Where the money goes, |
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Should be enough to feed the world, |
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But not enough to feed my girl. (Feed my girl.) |
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Not enough to feed my girl. (To feed my girl.) |
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Not enough to feed my girl. (To feed my girl.) |
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Not enough to feed my girl. (To feed my girl.) |
