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G+(So the story begins)
ACity dweller, successful Efella
HmiThought to himself
Oops I've got alot of money
DI'm caught in a rat race termiC#nally
I'm a prefessional cynic
But my hearts not in it
I'm paying the price of living life at the legal limit
Caught up in the centuries anxiety
It Epreys on him, he's getting thin
Now he Alives in a house, a very big house in the Ecountry
Watching Dafternoon repeats
And the food that he eats in the Acountry
He takes all manner of pills
And piles up analyst bills in the Ecountry
It's like an Danimal farm,
Lots of rural charm in the AcountryG#
Now he's got morning glory, life's a different story
Everything going jackanory
In touch with his own mortality
He's reading balzac, knocking back prozac,
It's a helping hand
That makes you feel wonderfully bland
Oh, it's the centuries remedy for the faint at heart,
A new start
He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
He's got a fog in his chest
Se he needs alot of rest in the country
He doesn't drink smoke laugh
He takes herbal baths in the country
Oh it's like an animal farm
But you'll come to no harm in the country
ABlow blow me Eout I am so Dsad I don't know Awhy
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