And so the the story begins
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City dweller, successful fella
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Thought to himself oops I've got a lot of money
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I'm caught in a rat race terminally
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I'm a professional cynic but my heart's not in it
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I'm paying the price of living life at the limit
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Caught up in the centuries anxiety
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It preys on him, he's getting thin
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He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
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Watching afternoon repeats and the food he eats in the country
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He takes all manner of pills and piles up analyst bills in the country
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It's like an animal farm lot's of rural charm in the country
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He's got morning glory, life's a different story
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Everything going jackanory, in touch with his own mortality
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He's reading balzac, knocking back prozac
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It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland
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Oh it's the centuries remedy
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For the faint at heart, a new start
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He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
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He's got a fog in his chest so he needs a lot of rest in the country
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He doesn't drink smoke laugh, takes herbal baths in the country
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Says she's come to no harm on an animal farm in the country
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In the country, in the country
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Blow, blow me out I am so sad, I don't know why
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Blow, blow me out I am so sad, I don't know why
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He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
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Watching afternoon repeats and the food he eats in the country
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He takes all manner of pills and piles up analyst bills in the country
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Oh, it's like an animal farm lot's of rural charm in the country
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He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
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He's got a fog in his chest so he needs a lot of rest in the country
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He doesn't drink smoke laugh, takes herbal baths in the country
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And she's come to no harm on an animal farm in the country
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Country House
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