| You’re just like Dorothy
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| Always drifting far away from where you need to be
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| And nobody else’s ever gonna steal your dreams
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| 'Cause you’re believing for a rainbow to another world
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| technical the universe
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| Spiraling through time and space so far away
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| But that’s okay
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| 'Cause all you need to know
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| Is baby, there’s no place like home
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| Baby, there’s no place like home
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| So put those furry slippers on your feet
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| Baby, there’s no place like home
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| You know this is where you belong
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| So click your heels together, 1, 2, 3
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| And come home to Me
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| You’ve got a one-track mind
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| You think the grass is always greener on the other side
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| Is your world in black and white or are you colourblind?
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| I can see the Emerald City flicker in your eyes
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| But there’s more to life than lullabies
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| You don’t need to go outside your own
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| Backyard
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| And only to wish upon that star
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| 'Cause baby, there’s no place like home
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| Baby, there’s no place like home
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| So put those furry slippers on your feet
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| Baby, there’s no place like home
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| You know this is where you belong
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| So click your hands together, 1, 2, 3
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| And come home…
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| And if you make it to the other side
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| To find lions and tigers and bears
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| my heart is always yours
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| And I’ll be waiting by your front door
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| 'Cause baby, there’s no place like home
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| Baby, there’s no place like home
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| So put those furry slippers on your feet
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| Baby, there’s no place like home
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| You know this is where you belong
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| So click your hands together, 1, 2, 3
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| And come home to Me
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| Whoa-oh-ohh, whoa-oh-ooh
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| Follo'-ow the yellow brick road
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| Whoa-oh-ohh, whoa-oh-ooh
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| Follo'-ow your heart back home to Me
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| Whoa-oh-ohh, whoa-oh-ooh
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| Follo'-ow the yellow brick road
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| Whoa-oh-ohh, whoa-oh-ooh
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| Follo'-ow your heart back home to Me |