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| When are you gonna come down?
| | As time goes on, |
| When are you going to land?
| | I realize |
| I should have stayed on the farm
| | Just what you mean |
| I should have listened to my old man | | To me |
| | | And now, |
| You know you can't hold me forever
| | Now that you're near, |
| I didn't sign up with you
| | Promise your love |
| I'm not a present for your friends to open
| | That I've waited to share |
| This boy's too young to be singing, the blues
| | And dreams |
| | | Of our moments together |
| So goodbye yellow brick road
| | Color my world with hope of loving you |
| Where the dogs of society howl
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| You can't plant me in your penthouse
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| I'm going back to my plough | |
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| Back to the howling old owl in the woods
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| Hunting the horny back toad
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| Oh I've finally decided my future lies
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| Beyond the yellow brick road
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| What do you think you'll do then?
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| I bet that'll shoot down your plane
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| It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
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| To set you on your feet again
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| Maybe you'll get a replacement
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| There's plenty like me to be found
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| Mongrels who ain't got a penny
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| Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground
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| So goodbye yellow brick road
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| Where the dogs of society howl
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| You can't plant me in your penthouse
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| I'm going back to my plough
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| Back to the howling old owl in the woods
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| Hunting the horny back toad
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| Oh I've finally decided my future lies
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| Beyond the yellow brick road
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