| When I’m feeling weary and blue, I’m only too
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| Glad to be left alone
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| Dreaming of a place in the sun when day is done
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| Far from a telephone
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| Hardly ever see the sky
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| Buildings seem to grow so high
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| Give me somewhere peaceful and grand
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| Where all the land
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| Slumbers in monotone
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| I’m world weary, world weary, living in a great big town
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| I find it so dreary, so dreary
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| Everything looks grey or brown
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| I want an ocean blue
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| Great big trees
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| Bird’s eye view of the Pyrenees
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| I wanna watch the moon rise up
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| See the great red sun go down
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| Watching clouds go by through a windy sky fascinates me
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| But if I do it in the street every cop I meet simply hates me
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| Because I’m world weary, world weary
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| Tired of all these jumping jacks
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| I wanna get right back to nature and relax
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| I’m world weary, world weary, living in a great big town
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| I find it so dreary, so dreary
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| Everything looks grey or brown
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| I want a horse and plow, chickens too
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| Just one cow with a wistful moo
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| A country where the verb «to work»
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| Becomes a most improper noun
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| I can hardly wait till I see the great open spaces
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| My loving friends will not be there I’m so sick of their damned fool faces
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| Because I’m world weary, world weary
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| I could kiss the railroad tracks
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| I wanna get right back to nature
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| Assume a horizontal stature
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| I wanna get right back to nature and relax |