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Somewhere, over the rainbow,
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way up high,
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There's a land that I heard of
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once in a lullaby.
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Somewhere over the rainbow
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skies are bule,
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and the dreams that you dare
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to
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dream really do come true.
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Someday I'll wish upon a star
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and make up
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where the clouds are far
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behind me
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Where troubles melt
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like lemon drops,
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away above the chimney tops,
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That's where you'll find me.
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Somewhere, over the rainbow,
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bulebirds fly.
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Birds fly over the rainbow,
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Why then - oh, why can't I?
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If happy little bluebirds
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fly beyond the rainbow
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why oh why can't I?
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Over the rainbow
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| Chet Baker |
