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Fields Of The Brave - Styx

"Sometimes I close my eyes And picture the plains I see Buffalo Bill and the Iroquois Riding again Open skies, fertile ground This was heaven on earth That they found We got what they gave By their God"

The Fields Of Life - Nightingale

"Tell me why I stand here again I cannot seem to make up my mind And now I'm right where I wanted to be But still I find it hard to smile I wait for the euphoria to come Maybe I've got it all wrong I'm"

Fields Of The Beyond - Epiclore

"Until the time I'd be crossing the line oblivion leaving the certain things away This is the sign I've been longing to find Don't want to wait until there is nothing to say Ashen and black are the leaves"

Fill The Fields - Talk Show

"I wish I could write a song just for you I don't know how It's when you're away these walls show years I do know why One hundred eyes have opened on you where do you sleep It's when I'm alone at the end"

Across the fields - 10000 Maniacs

"Well they left then in the morning, a hundred pairs of wings In the light moved together in the colors of the morning I looked to the clouds in the cirrus sky and they'd gone. Across the marshes, across"

Across The Fields - 10,000 Maniacs

"[ 10,000 Maniacs ] Well they left then in the morning, a hundred pairs of wings in the light moved together. In the colors of the morning I looked to the clouds in the cirrus sky and they'd gone."

Into the fields - Tangarine

"Into the fields,with my two spinning wheels,in the sun, in the sun.All that I see,is a dream feeling free,released from me.Turning around,breathing in breathing out,in the air, in the air.Don't need to"

The Killing Fields - Insane Clown Posse

"Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away My flesh is stuck to my bed as I begin my day Walking out the house, this"

Fields Of The Fallen - Brave Saint Saturn

"Its 9:15. Im climbing up into morning. Lungs are screaming for air. Enshrouded shapes are forming. I see his vacant stare. I heard him calling on the radio. First one this year. We couldnt reach him"

The killing fields - ICP

"Laying in my bed, I think of many horror talesYet I barely move, my bed is made of nailsI try to roll, my skin slowly tears awayMy flesh is stuck to my bed as I begin my dayWalking out the house, this"

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