| When are you gonna come down?
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| When are you going to land?
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| I should have stayed on the farm
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| I should’ve listened to my old man
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| You cannot hold me forever
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| I didn’t sign up with you
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| I’m not a present for your friends to open
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| This girl’s to young to be singing
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| The blues
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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 howlin' old owl in the woods
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| Hunting the horny black 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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| They’ll probably shoot down your plane
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| It’ll take you a couple 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
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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 howlin' old owl in the woods
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| Hunting the horny black toad
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| Oh I’ve finally decided my future lies
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| Beyond the yellow brick road |