| Oh boy, I’m feeling great!
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| The air evaporates, into the English blue
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| Out where the money speaks, into your ear so sweet
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| It’s like you’re pulled to it
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| The coast elaborates, oh
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| You’re not sailing straight
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| This yacht’s in need of a crew
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| Out where the money sleeps
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| The air so honey sweet
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| You’ll take a lick of the spoon
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| You say that you’re sick of the stress
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| So you’re leaving here on Monday, moving to the country
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| Blue skies rolling ahead, and the birds are always singing out for easy living
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| You’re in the money seats
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| Egyptian cotton sheets
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| You know they pay for this view
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| The Golden Watch Brigade
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| Don’t ever watch the game
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| Oh, no they’re waiting
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| Beyond the electric gates
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| The houses stand so straight
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| And gardens roll out on cue
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| Back in the valley there oh, with all your money and friends
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| Summer cuts you right through
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| You say that you’re sick of the stress
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| So you’re leaving here on Monday, moving to the country
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| Fresh air and a four poster bed and the birds are always singing out for easy
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| living
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| Red racing car, oh raise the bar!
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| Roll top, roll on through!
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| Red racing car, your ma' and pa'
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| You know, you know, you know they’re proud of you?!
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| Oh, you say that you’re sick of the stress
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| So you’re leaving here on Monday, moving to the country
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| Blue skies, rolling ahead and the birds are always singing out for easy living
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| Boo-hoo you’re not feeling your best
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| So you’re leaving here on Monday, moving to the country
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| Blue skies rolling ahead and the birds are always singing out for easy living |