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just the thing that he was raised on Love is just the way to live and die Gold is just a windy Kansas wheat field And blue is just a Kansas summer sky
and joy Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love is just the way to live and die Gold is just a windy Kansas wheat field And blue is
Beef Fish Lamb Water Milk Cheese Ham Corn Beans Rice Wheat Tomatoes Cucumber Broccoli Beats Carrots Atomic Food! Beef Chicken Fish Lamb Tomatoes
Do you remember The southern breakfast treat Referred to as grits But it looks like cream of wheat [Chorus: x2] Don't bring me down Please,
the iron horse? I want to watch you windblown facing Waves of wheat for your embracing Folks sing a song of the grange Nestle in a kiss below there
of the truncheon thing The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin Engines stop running, but I have no fear 'Cause
"Wheat and Priest" New Song about Priesthood
Sundown in the Paris of the prairies wheat kings have all their treasures buried And all you hear are the rusty breezes pushing Around the weather
hey, park that Deere Come out and play, kick that tire Wipe my perspire 'Cause my whole life is hey Growin' like wheat Stick out your teeth Playin'
Black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread Makes you live so long you wish you were dead You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed With black
Sundown in the Paris of the prairies Wheat kings have all treasures buried And all you hear are the rusty breezes Pushing around the weathervane
Black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread Makes you live so long you wish you were dead You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed With black
Hallelujah! Shout the saints of God alone Honor! Power! and Dominion! Praises gather at the throne Oh, they gather at the crystal throne Gather
of the truncheon thing The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin Engines stop running, but I have no fear 'Cause
Any deep we spreadin' wheat seeds from a bucket shit McDonald had a farm and he lovin' it Rolls Royce of the scented voice against the arms
truncheon thing The ice age is coming, the sun's zoomin' in The engines stop running The wheat is growin' thin A nuclear error, but I have no fear London is
run these streets ('naut) Yeah I gotta get this bread, yeah, that whole wheat (lil' baby) I'm on low-key, I live my best life (that life) Feel like
Sundown in the Paris of the prairies Wheat kings have all treasures buried And all you hear are the rusty breezes Pushing around the weathervane
bright lights Set flames to the wheat rows during an eclipse And the spirits will come out, dance, catch you a glimpse They're like artists, connecting
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miles from nowhere Wheat fields as far as I could see Both needing something from each other Not knowing yet what that might be 'Til she came to me
hey, hey, park that Deere Come out and play, kick that tire Wipe my perspire 'Cause my whole life is hey Growin' like wheat Stick out your teeth
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