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He lives in a house, a very big house in the country He's got a fog in his chest so he needs a lot of rest in the country He doesn't drink smoke laugh, takes herbal baths in the country Says she's come to no harm on an animal farm in the country
In the country, in the country
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He lives in a house, a very big house in the country Watching afternoon repeats and the food he eats in the country He takes all manner of pills and piles up analyst bills in the country Oh, it's like an animal farm lot's of rural charm in the country
He lives in a house, a very big house in the country He's got a fog in his chest so he needs a lot of rest in the country He doesn't drink smoke laugh, takes herbal baths in the country And she's come to no harm on an animal farm in the countryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
