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G+(So the story begins) ACity dweller, successful Efella BmThought 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