(Tom Waits)
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You used to dream yourself away each night
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To places that you'd never been
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On wings made of wishes
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That you whispered to yourself
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Back when every night the moon and you
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Would sweep away to places
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That you knew
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Where you would never get the blues
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Well now, whiskey gives you wings
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To carry
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Each one of your dreams
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And the moon does not belong to you
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But I believe
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That your heart keeps young dreams
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Well, I've been told
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To keep from ever growing old
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And a heart that has been broken
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Will be stronger when it mends
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Don't let the blues stop you singing
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Darling, you've only got a broken wing
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Hey, you just hang on to my rainbow
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Hang on to my rainbow
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Hang on to my rainbow sleeves
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Rainbow Sleeves
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| Rickie Lee Jones |
