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
It's like an animal farm that's the rural charm in the country
Blur
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01 юни, 2009
Keep the car running
Every night my dream’s the same
Same old city with a different name
They’re not coming to take me away
I don’t know why but I know I can’t stay
Arcade Fire
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