The Move - Fields Of People | Текст песни

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Wildflowers grow everywhere
Vibrations flow, things will have to change

Strange new ideas fill the air
Some people leave, others grieve
Some were bare but things will change

Old concepts go, new ones grow
All at once the world begins to love again
And the wildflowers grow out of fields

Fields of people
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will breed

Love of people
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will breed

Fields of people
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will feed

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