| Livin' in Kansas, a life alone
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| She never married, she’s hardly known
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| She stares out her window far away
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| Lookin' for another windy day
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| Dorothy was a fool to leave
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| She could have stayed
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| She held it right in her hand
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| She had it made
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| She could have had it all for keeps
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| But was afraid
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| She could have stayed
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| Seems like only yesterday
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| But forty years have up and slipped away
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| Since a lovely, black-haired girl
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| Was taken from her one and only world
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| Dorothy was a fool to leave
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| She could have stayed
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| She held it right in her hand
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| She had it made
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| She could have had it all for keeps
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| But was afraid
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| She could have stayed
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| Same ol' bluebirds flyin' high
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| Over rainbows in the Kansas sky
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| Why, oh, why
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| Oh, why?
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| I guess it only serves her right
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| For trading all that color for black and white
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| All her sorrow, all because
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| There ain’t no way to stand Kansas when you, you’ve been to Oz
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| Dorothy was a fool to leave
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| She could have stayed
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| She held it right in her hand
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| She had it made
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| She could have had it all for keeps
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| But was afraid
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| She could have stayed
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| She could have stayed
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| She could have stayed |