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Whenever I need to leave it all behind |
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Or feel the need to get away |
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I find a quiet place, far from the human race |
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Out in the country |
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Before the breathin' air is gone |
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Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time |
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Out where the rivers like to run |
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I stand alone and take back somethin' worth rememberin' |
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Whenever I feel them closing in on me |
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Or need a bit of room to move |
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When life becomes too fast, I find relief at last |
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Out in the country |
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Before the breathin' air is gone |
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Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time |
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Out where the rivers like to run |
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I stand alone and take back somethin' worth rememberin' |
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Before the breathin' air is gone |
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Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time |
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Out where the rivers like to run |
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I stand alone and take back somethin' worth rememberin' |
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Before the breathin' air is gone |
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Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time |
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Out where the rivers like to run |
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I stand alone and take back somethin' worth rememberin' |
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Before the breathin' air is gone |
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Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time |
