| Evening, porch swing, we love to watch it rain,
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| To some folks, it ain’t much, but we think we’ve got it made,
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| Some people dream about streets paved with gold,
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| Only to find a yellow brick road,
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| We know the way that story goes.
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| Chorus:
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| Here under the rainbow,
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| People pass us by,
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| We laugh at the way they laugh at you and I,
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| The world is spinning around and around,
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| Everybody’s looking for higher ground,
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| But here under the rainbow dreams fall from the sky, from the sky.
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| We’ve got an old car with spare parts and a broken radio,
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| So many back seat memories we just can’t let it go,
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| Sometimes we like to take it out,
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| Give the neighbours something to talk about,
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| Movin' as slow as the law allows.
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| Chorus
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| Some people dream about streets paved with gold,
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| Only to find a yellow brick road,
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| We know the way that story goes.
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| Chorus |