| My Country soul, soul, soul
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| My country soul
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| By the light of a cash machine
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| I slip into a hollow dream
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| The sirens are like animals
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| Around this foreign town
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| It seems I’m never far
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| From the bedsit or the bar
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| I spent a lifetime waiting
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| For things to turn around
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| But tonight,
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| I’ll let this city go
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| Close my eyes,
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| I reach back inside until I find
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| My Country soul, soul, soul
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| I’m buskin' on the underground
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| Strums an old familiar sound
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| Singing of the fields
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| That I left behind
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| No body saw it coming
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| The money started running
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| It was either fly away
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| Or take my place in line
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| But tonight
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| I’ll let this city go
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| Close my eyes
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| I reach back inside until I find
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| Yeah!
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| My Country soul, soul, soul
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| My Country soul, soul, soul
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| My Country soul, soul, soul
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| My Country soul, soul, soul
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| My country soul |