Little red house, potato field.
\r\nLittle forest, lake as far as you can see.
\r\nWoodshed, for my home brewed beer,
\r\nperfect place for drunkards like me
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\r\nNever gonna give up my rugged live,
\r\nnever sell my infertile soil.
\r\nNever gonna give up this simple style,
\r\nlet's drink and enjoy.
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\r\nDisappointment is who i live with,
\r\ngreat grief only mate from then,
\r\nevery morning pangs of remorse
\r\nbut it's so familiar like my old black horse.
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\r\nNever gonna give up my rugged live,
\r\nnever sell my infertile soil.
\r\nNever gonna give up this simple style,
\r\nlet's drink and enjoy.