Again,
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At the end of the rainbow
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Again,
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No gold to be found
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Just this cold unmade bed
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The last 3 words you said
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And this buzzing on the telephone line
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Paris, well, there is fog on the Seine
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Amsterdam still courses through my veins
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All these dark crazy sights,
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Wouldn't be so bad
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If I could just taste your breath once again
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Honey I saw your daddy
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Lying by the roadside
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His feet sticking out of a sack
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Honey they'll be calling
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To tell you that your daddy
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Never will be coming back
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Again
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At the end of the rainbow
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Again,
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No words to be found
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Just this voice sad and alone
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Me wishing I was home
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And the silence on the telephone line
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At The End Of The Rainbow
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| Cowboy Junkies |
