| A long, long time ago
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| When I used to chase rainbows
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| I thought there was a pot of gold
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| When I got to the end
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| But there were many people there
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| And I said, «What are you doing here?»
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| They said they were looking for the end of the rainbow
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| At the end of the rainbow
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| Turns out it’s not somewhere
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| Look around, it’s everywhere
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| For anyone who cares
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| This world is full of fancy dreams
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| And money can get you anything
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| But that’s not really true
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| It’s just make-believe
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| As you walk down the streets of broken dreams
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| Where some have lost everything
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| While others are still looking for
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| That easy pot of gold
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| At the end of the rainbow
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| Turns out it’s not somewhere
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| Look around, it’s everywhere
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| For anyone who cares
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| Some people will go to any means
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| To capture a shallow dream
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| In this world of make-believe
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| That we all believe is true
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| When you get there, there’s no place to go
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| Just a lot of I-told-you-so's
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| So take this love with you when you go
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| To the end of the rainbow
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| At the end of the rainbow
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| Turns out it’s not somewhere
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| Look around, it’s everywhere
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| For anyone who cares
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| At the end of the rainbow
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| Turns out it’s not somewhere
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| Look around, it’s everywhere
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| For anyone who cares |