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When the World in which you're living gets a bit too much to bear
And you need someone to lean on
When you look there's no-one there
You're gonna find me, out in the country
You're gonna find me, out in the country
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Where the air is good and the day is fine
And a pretty girl has her hand in mine
And the silver stream is the poor man's wine
In the country, in the country.
When you're walking in the city and you're feeling rather small
And the people on the sidewalk seem to form a solid wall
You're gonna find me, out in the country
You're gonna find me, way out in the country.
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Hurry, hurry, hurry, for the time is slipping by
You don't need a ticket 'cos it belongs to you and I
Come out and join me, out in the country,
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