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In ‘98 used to pick berries
Go for a walk just to clear my mind
And now the strawberry fields, they wait for me
Without you there we lose time
That was your thing, so I
But now I need to find mine
Need the dry air to let me breathe
To find a way just to be me
Take me back to strawberry fields
Take me back to strawberry fields
Take me back to strawberry fields
Take me back to
