| Old yellow bricks, love's a risk
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| Quite the little escapologist
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| Looked so miffed when you wished
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| For a thousand places better than this
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| You are the fugitive but you don't know what you're running from
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| You can't kid us and you couldn't trick anyone
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| Houdini, love, you don't know what you're running away from
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| Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?
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| Blinded by nostalgia
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| Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?
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| She was enraged by the way
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| That the emperor put traps in the cage
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| And the days she'd deemed dull
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| Leading to nights reading beer bottles
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| You're such a fugitive but you don't know what you're running from
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| You can't kid us and you couldn't trick anyone
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| Houdini, love, you don't know what you're running away from
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| Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?
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| Blinded by nostalgia
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| Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?
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| You're at a loss just because
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| It wasn't all that you thought it was
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| You are the fugitive
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| But you don't know what you're running away from
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| She said, "I want to sleep in the city that never wakes up
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| And revel in nostalgia"
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| I know I said, "Who wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up?"
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| But Dorothy was right though |