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It
takes
fine
country
living
to
help
me
refrain
Like
the
captive
held
in
chains
or
so
I
believe
It
takes
fine
country
living
to
help
me
remain
In
control
of
my
fortunes
and
of
someone
deceived
It's
a
hard
way
to
break,
as
I
lie
in
my
bed
still
awake
And
dream
that
whenever
I
open
my
eyes
she'll
be
there
It
takes
fine
country
living
to
help
me
refrain
Like
the
captive
held
in
chains
or
so
I
believe
It
takes
fine
country
living
to
help
me
remain
In
control
of
my
fortunes
and
of
someone
deceived
If
she
finds
someone's
face,
appearing
each
day
in
my
place
And
the
grey
light
of
dawn
only
comes
to
remind
me
she's
gone
Here
the
roads
are
drifted
white,
how
are
you
and
the
city
tonight
If
you're
dressed
all
so
fine,
then
don't
tell
me
the
reason
this
time
It
takes
fine
country
living
to
help
me
refrain
Like
the
captive
held
in
chains
or
so
I
believe
It
takes
fine
country
living
to
help
me
remain
In
control
of
my
fortunes
and
of
someone
deceived
There's
a
fire
that's
burning
gold,
tries
in
vain
to
diminish
the
cold
There's
a
storm
in
the
air
as
I
check
all
in
need
of
repair
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