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I get on with life as a electrician,
I'm a strong kinda person.
I like playing chess on Sundays,
I like in the week.
I like to contemplate the city.
But when I start to daydream,
My mind turns straight to the countryside.
Oh oh oh!
Do I love the countryside more than the city?
Do I love the countryside more than the city?
I like to use words like 'love,'
I like to use words like '.'
I like to use words about the city.
But when I stop my talking,
My mind turns straight to the countryside.
Oh oh oh!
Do I love the countryside more than the city?
Do I love the countryside more than the city?
I like to hang out with Rob,
I like to kick back with Dave,
But when left alone,
My mind turns straight to the countryside.
Oh oh oh!
Do I love the countryside more than the city?
Do I love the countryside more than the city?
I'm not too fond of burnt on cheese,
I really hate falling over,
But I just think back to the countryside,
And I'm happy once again.