Thru The Field

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Walk on through the field, it's already late
I swear I heard somebody laughing
At all my mistakes

Forest coughing, a shot to the ground
I'm glad that my heels worn unlikely
And drag me back town

Wander the ground, never alone
The voices are whispering softly, that this is my town
Thought I heard they call my name, before
I keep it down, all fall

Are you calling me up,
Looking out for your head, back trying
Oh, I don't know you
I'm not going out