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08 - Home
I've got a little red bow
and I bought it for you
'cause I know you're not fair
I don't get it, oh well
and you color my skin
and the colors don't blend
'cause I'm gonna get you
and your little dog too
there's a yellow brick road
that we follow back home
'cause I know you can't wait
your belligerent hate
there's no place like home
there's no place like home
like home
I've, got a southern belle too
and ruby red shoes
and a body of straw
are you sick of it all?
there's a man made of tin
with an oil can grin
and I'm gonna get you
and your little dog too
there's a yellow brick road
that we follow back home
and I know you can't wait
your belligerent hate
there's no place like home
there's no place like home
there's a little white porch
and you wanted it so
and you let me go down
to the end of the road
and the black and the white
a technicolorful life
can I stand by your side?
we can make it alright
like home
'cause I'm home
there's a little white porch
and you wanted it so
and you let me go down
to the end of the road
and the black and the white
a technicolorful life
then another arrived
it's a cowardly lion
what I want from this world
what I wanna resolve
when I want you to stay
so I want you to wait
I don't wanna be bold
I don't wanna be cold
I don't wanna grow old
I don't wanna go home
Альбом: Saturate | Добавил: phobia (11.04.2007)
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