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Look up to the sky, heads are flying by In the land with no heads fools hang in to trees Where love is like a muddy river run by frozen heat But the green fields go out and out under the sun Look up to the sky, heads are flying by In the land with no heads fools hang in to trees Where love is like a muddy river run by frozen heat But the green fields go in and out under the sun