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Always the same
Sun rises over that lonely valley
corn fields, they roll on row by row
wide open spaces stretch for miles
except for this ribbon I live on
it's always the same
no matter the games that we play
it's always the same
until you turn it around
in this lonely old mining town in the springtime
you can here a nickle drop on the floor
crows gathered on the fence post they're yakkin
with the scarecrows earl y in the fall
it's always the same
no matter the games that you play
it's always the same
until you turn it around
corn fields, they roll on row by row
wide open spaces stretch for miles
except for this ribbon I live on
it's always the same
no matter the games that we play
it's always the same
until you turn it around
in this lonely old mining town in the springtime
you can here a nickle drop on the floor
crows gathered on the fence post they're yakkin
with the scarecrows earl y in the fall
it's always the same
no matter the games that you play
it's always the same
until you turn it around
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